triumph of the skies With angelic host proclaim Christ was born in Bethlehem Hark, the herald angels sing Glory to a new born King Hark, the herald angels
through a long drawn out thing, I think the melody on the box, will help me explain Gotta find me an angel, to fly away with me Gotta find me an angel
through a long drawn out thing, I think the melody on the box, will help me explain? Gotta find me an angel, just fly away with me Gotta find me an angel
Translation: Franklin, Aretha. Angel.
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plain And the mountains in reply Echoing their sweet refrain Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria, in
