The angel awaits, the daunter comes
And high on a hill, there's a rising sun
The angel pulls back, on his golden bow
He sees my Susan, and he lets go
He catches her rolling
Yeah, he catches her rolling
With a moonbeam in his eye
My Susan awaits, the daunter comes
And high on a hill, there's a rsing sun
My Susan pulls back, on a golden bow
She sees me coming, and she lets go
She catches me rolling
Yeah, she catches me rolling
With a moonbeam in her eye
Now I await, the daunter comes
And high on a hill, there's a rsing sun
And I am pulled back, in my easy chair
And know that my Susan, will always be there
Oh, she caught me rolling
Yeah, she caught me rolling
Yeah, she caught me rolling
With a moonbeam in her eye

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