When the Angels sing
Through the haze, I watch fields of beauty in this land of mineSee the flowers, as they swoon to the music of the breezeSee the birds, as they fly as one, when a noise disturb their dreamsSee the farmer, as he toils in his labour of love This is tranquillity that is oh so rareMaybe God himself could have been thereHear the sound, as the Angels singThis is my heaven, which I have found