I still remember his words of goodbye,
"A man must find a reason and
the seasons have gone by."

The church bells echo your ghost inside these canyons still,
I fear this fate, but dear hold faith,
come back to me, you will.


The Angels sing from mountains high,
a song of old through clear blue skies.

Their voices cry out while we're apart
and warm the shadow of my heart.


Revenge can summon the darkest of knights, blinding noble kings, masquerading wrong from right.
I dreamt you rose up from the ashes
bearing light as dawn fulfilled.

Return this place,
redeemed in grace,
come back to me, you will.


The Angels sing from mountains high,
a song of old through clear blue skies.

Their voices cry out while we're apart
and warm the shadow of my heart.