Db(add9)
Spoken: I was walking home from school on a cold winter day,
Took a short cut through the woods and I lost my way.
It was getting late and I was scared and alone,
Then a kind old man took my hand and led me home.
Sung: Mama couldn?see him, but he was standing there.
I believe there are angels amoung us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up a bove.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours
To show us how to live,
To teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love.
When Life had Troubled times, and had me down on my knees,
There?alwasy been someone to come along and comfort me.
Db(add9)
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand,
A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.
Now Aint it kind of funny, at the dark end of the road,
(to chorus:)
They wear so many faces,
They show up in the strangest places.
(to chorus:)