by Enya, Clarinet by Roy Jewitt
Angels, answer me,
are you near if rain should fall?
Am I to believe
you will rise to calm the storm?
For so great a treasure words will never do
Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you
mine to give
Here, all too soon the day!
Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow
I should know
heaven has her way
- each one given memories to own
Angeles, all could be
should you move both earth and sea
Angeles, I could feel
all those dark clouds disappearing
Even, as I breathe
comes an angel to their keep
Surely, if this is
promises are mine to give you
mine to give