The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in you.
The whisper of a wordless prayer; the streams of love and truth.
A longing after something lost,
the spirit's yearning cry.
Striving after better hopes these things can never die.
There will always be the shining sun.
There will always be the rising of the sea.
There will always be an angel watching over me.
There will always be an angel watching over me.
A timid hand stretched forth to aid, a brother in his need.
A kindly word in grief's dark hour, that proves a friend indeed.
So shall a light that cannot fade,
leave on thee from on high.
And angel voices say to thee these things can never die.
There will always be the shining sun.
There will always be the rising of the sea.
There will always be an angel watching over me.
(E) A E
There will always be the oceans rise and fall.
There will always be an angel watching over Ohhhh! Ohhhh!