In our troubled times we simply hide away
And dream of the one we’d love to see
At the end of the day
Solitary winter chill me no more
I dream an angel by the western seashore
Ciara… Ciara…
There is an angel I would like to know
I sing and dream her face
Lying on my pillow
I kissed her one day in the cool of Brigid’s well
My heart beat crystal clear like a church bell
Ciara… Ciara…
I can hear the winter knockin’ on my door
I dream an angel by the western seashore
Ciara… Ciara…
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