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• Artiste: Matthew Perryman Jones
• Titre: The Angels Were Singing
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Talking to stone, Listening to birds With no more to say, I kissed my fingers And touched the red dirt Wandering away Through the moon-colored field My heart was a weight Of rage and sorrow That longed to be healed Then I started running To feel more alive; To wake up my senses That slowly had died And I wondered if angels Were singing that night Nothing's the same The colors aren't bright Since I kissed your face And slowly whispered My last goodbye Thinking of Jesus At Lazarus's side That heavenly sadness, The shadows of light His eyes saw the city Where all is made right And I heard that angels Were singing that night The angels were singing As we sat and cried Each tear was a chorus; A sacred reprise And I finally was grieving That long goodbye And I heard the angels …Singing that night