The Angel Parade.
They come to heaven all dress in white.
One by one at the gates they come.
No flags they fly. no guns they shoot.
No crowds to watch or hear them shout.
no floats to ride with such pride.
No one rides for free there is always a price to be paid.
As the angels march today.
Two by two they fill they sky. Just as we shout why.
The gates they open as they go behind the gates.
All dressed in white, not red or blue. This is true.
No shoes on their feet so we can't hear them march.
In the Angel parade.