Linda Connell Studley: Music

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I was inspired to write this by a poem my brother, George, wrote called "It's Snowing Again". I was remembering making angels in the snow, being hot from the exertion and from the heavy wool snowsuit, and looking up at the snow gently drifting down through the gathering dusk and feeling its cool kisses on my hot skin; like angel kisses.

When I was a child, making angels in the yard

I would close my eyes, and listen so hard

For the whisper of the wings and the song the angel sings

Floating down from heaven in the night

 

And feel those angel kisses on my face

I’d feel those angels lift me to a state of grace

When I was very young I used to fly with angels

 

Standing in the snow on a cold November night

Nowhere left to go so I close my eyes tight

And listen for the wings and the song the angels sing

Floating down from heaven in the night

 

I want to feel those angel kisses on my face

I want to feel those angels lift me to a state of grace

Wish that I could close my eyes and fly with angels

 

See the little child making angels in the snow

See her close her eyes she smiles ‘cause she knows

The whisper of the wings and the song the angel sings

Floating down from heaven in the night

 

She can feel those angel kisses on her face

She feels those angels lift her to a state of grace

She only has to close her eyes to fly with angels

Wish that I could close my eyes and fly with angels

 

When I was very young I used to fly with angels