The Lord will see you walkin'
And he will hear you talkin'
Talking to the angels in the sky
And when you know he's near you
The Lord will always hear you
Talking to the angels in the sky
Talk to the angels
Let them hear your plea
Tell them that you're lonely
Get down upon your knees
And pray the Lord will help you
And when he sees you walkin'
He will hear you talkin'
Talking to the angels in the sky
And when you know he's near you
The Lord will always hear you
Talking to the angels in the sky
Talk to the angels
Let them hear your plea
Tell them that you're lonely
Get down upon your knees
And pray the Lord will help you
And when he sees you walkin'
He will hear you talkin'
Talking to the angels in the sky
And when you know he's near you
The Lord will always hear you
Talking to the angels in the sky
Talking to the angels in the sky |
There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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