Angel’s Wings
It’s so cold here dear without you
It’s so cold here on my own
Nothing makes it any better
Even your presence makes me more alone.
I wish I could still hear you laugh
And once more be laughing too,
But I know that you have gone away
I want to go along with you.
To take your hand just one more time
Walk through glistening winter snow
Catch the trolley-bus for home
But you’ve gone, I know; I know.
I want to pick spring’s first new flowers
To lay upon your April grave;
Leave you torrents of my tears
You’ll smile at me and I’ll be brave
But how I wish that I could come
And take a break from earthly things
To take your hand dear one last time
Fly with you on Angel’s wings.