The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in you*
The 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 the shining sun
There will always be the rising of the sea
There will always be an angel watching over me
There will always be an angel watching over me
A timid hand stretched forth to aide a brother in his need
A kindly word in grief's dark hour that proves a friend indeed
So shall a light that cannot fade leave on thee from on high
And angel voices say to thee these things can never die
There will always be the shining sun
There will always be the rising of the sea
There will always be an angel watching over me
There will always be the shining sun
There will always be the rising of the sea
There will always be an angel watching over me

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN