On silent, feathered wings she flies,
The angel of the western isle,
The tears that fall from soft green eyes,
Belied as always by her smile,
...
What new and fresh born day couldst turn the eye
Of those that hath borne witness to and seen
The wondrous golden light that shines within thy
Breast, the vital living beauty that is thee?
...
My heart is lost, I lost it to
Madame de la lumiére lune,
She stole it ‘neath of yonder Yew,
My heart is lost, I lost it to
...
When breath vacates my body in a sigh,
And hooded Death has clutched me to his chest,
When softly in Elysian Fields tread I,
...
Sad is the man who mourns the death of love,
Feels inside the numbness of its passing,
On his sodden hat pittering from above,
The tears of fallen angels amassing.
...
The Angel Of The Western Isle
On silent, feathered wings she flies,
The angel of the western isle,
The tears that fall from soft green eyes,
Belied as always by her smile,
The angel of the western isle,
Torn by scars forever hidden,
Belied as always by her smile,
Peace, for her, always forbidden,
Torn by scars forever hidden,
But not forgotten, not by her,
Peace, for her, always forbidden,
A memory every scratch and burr,
But not forgotten, not by her,
The crimes of days and years gone by,
A memory every scratch and burr,
How often does she wish to fly
The crimes of days and years gone by
Weigh heavy on her angels wings,
How often does she wish to fly?
But all her tears and painful things
Weigh heavy on her angels wings,
And keep her feet upon the ground,
But all her tears and painful things,
Will not forever keep her bound
And keep her feet upon the ground
The tears that fall from soft green eyes,
Will not forever keep her bound,
On silent, feathered wings she flies.