Back-door Angels

In and out of the front door,

ran twelve back-door angels.

Their hair was a golden-brown

they didn't see me wink my eye.

`Tis said they put we men to sleep

with just a whisper,

And touch the heads of dying dogs

and make them linger.

They carry their candles high

and they light the dark hours.

And sweep all the country clean

with pressed and scented wild-flowers.

They grow all their roses red,

and paint our skies blue

drop one penny in every second bowl

make half the beggars lose,

why do the faithful have such a will

to believe in something?

And call it the name they choose,

having chosen nothing.

Think I'll sit down and invent some fool

some Grand Court Jester.

And next time the die is cast,

he'll throw a six or two.

In and out of the back-door ran

one front-door angel,

Her hair was a golden-brown

she smiled and I think she winked her eye.