Christie McCarthy - Angel Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: Angel by Christie McCarthy at LyricsKeeper.com.
Angel
| Angel Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For Angel By Christie McCarthy?
What's your favorite holiday my angel wants to know
Is it Christmas morning or Easter day, I say no it ain't any of those It ain't the halo of lights round my town, birthday cake ribbons or bows No, my favorite holiday is when angels holding me close And what's your favorite book to read my angel wants to know Is it Atlas Shrugged or Confederacy I say no it ain't any of those Now the seers and sages of pages and pages carry my consummate load But my favorite book to read is angels beautiful soul And what's your favorite song to sing my angel wants to know Is it one of your own or another you glean, I say no it ain't any of those there's nothing like writing those lines down to sound, innocent words become poem But my favorite words to sing are angel, hello Now all of these questions, one single answer this could get very old But the way that I figure it we got a holy fit, blood, muscle and bone Life isn't always so perfect and polished and I got my own lumps to show But the day that I don't thank the stars for my angel bury me far below Better bury me cause what I know Kingdoms will rise and fall, nothing remains but the true love of angel |
Who Wrote Angel By Christie McCarthy?
Christopher A. Stewart, James Quenton Wright, Mariah Carey
|
What's The Duration Of The Angel By Christie McCarthy?The duration of Angel is 4:19 minutes and seconds. |
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Chris Buzzelli: Where or When It seems we stood and talked like this before…
- Giovanni Maradi: The Sadow of Your Smile The shadow of your smile…
- Hammer: Pumps and a Bump Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump, we like the girls with the pumps and a bump…
- Whip Montez: Chillin I don't care, Sermon, ayo, Talib Kweli…
- Remo Palmieri: All The Things You Are You are the promised kiss of springtime…