And Angel Wings Shall Beat No More

For when two hearts do fall in love The sun will shine in skies above, When flowers bloom and colours glow And crystal streams will gently flow. The birds shall sing from every tree Their songs will sail so gracefully, The sweetest sound to lovers ears And bring the joy to dry all tears. In every hill and every field The beauty that their sight shall yield, A breathless breeze so soft shall kiss The lover's lips with tender bliss, And then caress the blossomed air Their lives together they will share, Each day shall be so warm and still When angels fly it is God's will. But when two hearts do break in two And sun shall set with autumn's hue, The flowers then shall wilt and die And crystal streams will all run dry, No longer will the birds then sing And only sadness they will bring, For silence then shall fill the air And tears shall well of deep despair. The beauty of each hill and field Shall then no longer be revealed, As cold winds blow and not abate On lips of scorn so full of hate, The blossom gone and leaves lie dead When torn apart the lives they led, The storms will rage and rains will pour And angel wings shall beat no more.