Aloane in my dark
ann loanly bed
In the night
flasher's of white
lightning stry's
all a round.
I here foot steps
Nothing to see
To dark to see
I hear angles calling out
to me.
Now im rizing up a buv'e
my bed.
'0h 'am i dreaming
i heare the thunder all arond
them calling now im faling
down down down
spining round.
He comes
to me
fly bye night
an sleep by day.