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