When I think of angels I think of you And your flaming red hair and the things that you do I heard you had left No, it couldn't be true When I think of angels, I think of you God speak to you angel, wherever you go Though you had left I want you to know My hearts full of sorrow I won't let it show I see you again when it's my time to go
When I think of angels I think of you
And your flaming red hair and the things that you do
I heard you had left
No, it couldn't be true
When I think of angels, I think of you
God speak to you angel, wherever you go
Though you had left I want you to know
My hearts full of sorrow
I won't let it show
I see you again when it's my time to go
Hjarta mitt mun aldrei vera the sami. Muna Birna Brjansdottir. Ekta engill!