I
FROM A SWEET, TENDER DREAM
HE AWAKENED
HE THOUGHT HE WAS SEEING
HER FACE AGAIN
THE TOUCH OF HER HAND
WAS AS WARM AS IT WAS
A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE

II
THE ANGELS MUST BE SINGING
THE STORIES THAT SHE’S TELLING
OF A LIFE LIVED FOR A PURPOSE
OF RAISING A SON THAT WILL LIVE
FOR THE EARTH’S GREATEST CAUSE

CHORUS
IN THE SILENCE OF THE MORNING
HER VOICE IS ECHOING
THE WIND MUST BE THE ANGELS’
WAY OF SINGING
NOW HE’S REMEMBERING
HER FACE BRIGHT AND FAIR
HER LOVE BEYOND COMPARE
THAT TENDER LOOK IN HER EYE
HER MEMORIES THAT NEVER DIE

III
OH HER MEMORIES, THEY NEVER DIE
FOREVER THEY ARE WRITTEN IN THE SKY
THE DAY SHE SAW HIM SMILING FROM ABOVE
WAS THE DAY HER LIFE’S JOURNEY BEGAN
OF RAISING AND MOLDING
THE FATHER’S OWN SON