untitled        by Tom Cook

 

  Angels of Madrid Floating
  Soaring High above the air
  I can always hear them chanting
  I always know they care
  There are shamrocks in my souls
  They there sit to keep me luck
  I am never under weather
  I never have to run
  I lay in bed
  A cross over my head
  I am never there alone
  God is always with me
  Watching
  Thinking
  Protecting