This morning
in the sunset,
walking in the morning glory
wondering what the day would bring
Suddenly I see
in the mist of the morning light
something calling me
shining brightly in all the green.
An Angel in my garden
on this beautiful day
I believe in what I see
And what I get is what I give
An Angel,
ohh no
A Fairy it may be,
as white as it glows in the morning-glory
I walk closer to see
My eyes are wide open
and see what they get
No Angel, no Fairy
In front of my eyes
A white cloth I see
Like a spirit in the morning
Hanging over a dead tree
A cloth or an Angel, Fairy or an Elf,
Doe`s it really matter what we believe to see
Because in our heart we know
That truth comes from within
Within our heart
that tell no lies.
The truth is told us
In the glory of a new born day.
From the heart you see
the world
as it is
What you see
is who you are
Because we mirror
our inner being
from our
heart
