words and music Stephen Barling

No one sees it happen anyway
No one stares in wonder at the miracles displayed
When mighty Spirit does its thing
cartoon angels start to sing
and people get absorbed or go away

No one really wants it anyway
No one would believe it if they heard the angels play
When Christobel and Antoine Bleu
do their sacred pooky-doo
things you've never heard you'll start to say

No one will remember anyway
Beauty stole the words and so the Angels come to play
spinning froward back and still
all good souls do what they will
and we all slip in line to fill the day