Hullo Angel
Well hullo angel
A gift and a smile
Well hullo angel
As we walk a crooked mile
And a twisted man leans on twisted sticks
With children's laughter hanging on swings
Well hullo angel
And the skipping row turns
Whilst little bodies twist in carousel swirls
Well hullo angel
It's the end of the world
Well hullo angel
At the end of your tether
Well hullo angel
Time for sleep
Well hullo angel
Time to cry
That which is falling should also be pushed
That which is crawling should also be crushed