Angel Watching Over Me

The pure, the bright, the beautiful
 That stirred our hearths in youth
 Whisper of a wordless prayer
 The streams of love and truth
 A longing after something lost
 The spirit's yearning cry
 Striving after better hopes
 These things can never die
 There will always be a shining sun
 There will always be the rising of the sea
 There will always be an angel watching over thee
 There will always be an angel watching over thee
 A timid hand stretched forth to aid
 A brother in his need
 A kindly word in grief's dark hour
 That proves a friend indeed
 There will always be a shining sun
 There will always be the rising of the sea
 There will always be an angel watching over thee
 There will always be an angel watching over thee
 There will always be a shining sun
 There will always be the rising of the sea
 There will always be an angel watching over thee
 There will always be an angel watching over
 Ahh