Lyrics

Made from an angel's hand, with a spirit on high Moving closer to the center of the sweet by and by Glowing like a candle in the black of the night Golden shimmers of pure love, racing down the pale starlight She don't wanna be the faraway girl She needs love though they're a thousand miles apart Sometimes the dove will land in my front yard Bringing tidings from the faraway girl Living near the angels, some call it paradise Chasing through the alleys, a dream inside her mind How many broken arrows lie stillborn at your feet Do you find it easy to smile on people that you meet?