Sending Me Angels

(album: One Of The Fortunate Few - 1997)

I walked down to the river
Stood on the shore
Seems like the devil's always trying
To get in my door
Just when I thought I
Couldn't take it anymore
Here he came again
My friend

He keeps sending me angels,
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels,
To teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels,
Sweet and true
He keeps sending me angels,
Just... like... you...

As I stand on this mountain
Face to the wind,
Amazed by the number of times I have sinned,
And the countless number of enemies
That should have been friends
Here he comes again,
My friend

He keeps sending me angels,
Here they come a-flying
He keeps sending me angels,
To keep me from crying
He keeps sending me angels,
Sweet and true
He keeps sending me angels,
Just... like... you...

Some say that it's coming
I say it's already here
The love that's among us through
The joy and the fear
When I look into your eyes
Everything is so clear
My friend, here he comes again

He keeps sending me angels,
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels,
To teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels,
Sweet and true
He keeps sending me angels,
Just... like... you...