And the angels sing

We m   eet, and the an – gels sing,

The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard.

You speak, and the an – gels sing —

Or am I breathing music i      n – to ev – ‘ry word?

Suddenly, the setting is strange:

I can see water and mo     onlight beam – ing,

Silver waves that break on some undiscovered shore.

Then suddenly, I see it all change:

Long winter nights with the candles gleam – ing,

Through it all your face that I adore.

You smile, and the an – gels sing

And though it’s just a gentle murmur at the start,

We kiss, and the an – gels sing

And leave their music     ringing in m   y he   art.