the morning of our love It's just the dawning of our love I feel you Your heart it sings I feel you The joy it brings Where Heaven waits Those golden
light reflects her delightful face not to disregard myself, discharge my enemy it manifests in different slaveries and as the wind blows in cold inside the room her angel
angels below Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow God only knows what happens to love When the innocence is gone And the war of the angels has begun
with the name, Jack Michaelson. I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice, the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
labeled with the name, Jack Michaelson. What's that noise, In the night the most sentuent voice, the song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head
It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said, "Goodnight" A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square When dawn came stealing up all gold and blue
Of war and peace, the truth just twists It's curfew gull, it glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy angel rides With his candle lit into the
; the crickets sing Across deserts and plains the lost feast Whose shimmering teeth are marking the passing of time A cloud falls; a bird shivers and sings, its beak stained with night Pure gold
[Music: Aydan, Jarpen / Lyrics: Aydan] [DAWN: Fragments of star] It's simply too hard To blow out all these fragments of star The dawn never shines
[Narrator: Michael Kiske] [Backing vox: Robert Hunecke- Rizzo] [Ainae Angel: Nicholas Westerman] [Narrator:] Years went by and Angels sighed Young girls
pitchers of gold. Soon we'll be dead, To death we'll be wed, We'll slip on the ring, it ain't a big thing And though you may curse 'thee', We're angels
the morning of our love It's just the dawning of our love I feel you, your heart it sings I feel you, the joy it brings Where heaven waits, those golden
fear at all their faces shining river gold washed by soft black stars and angels' wings shall soothe their cares and all the birds shall sing at dawn
of the father of lies. The angels cried in endless mourn, through the night and til the dawn. I watched their wings grown old, as the ground turned to solid gold
them in, Peter For they are very tired Give them couches where the angels sleep And light those fires Let them wake whole again To brand new dawns
me tonight and love me forever Let's be happy, let's be famous whatever the weather The rain must fall and night time is calling Golden boy and golden
It starts to wake me up I'm brightening And I brighten up when I follow through my angel Give me sweet sunshine baby unaffected as a ray of gold You
in 1974 in a breached feet-first way my twin opened the door my very first dose of chivalry I was dawned princess potential potent with gold star and