by Enya, Clarinet by Roy Jewitt



Angels, answer me,

are you near if rain should fall?

Am I to believe

you will rise to calm the storm?

For so great a treasure words will never do.

Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you.

mine to give...



Here, all too soon the day!

Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow.

I should know

heaven has her way

- each one given memories to own.



Angeles, all could be

should you move both earth and sea

Angeles, I could feel

all those dark clouds disappearing...



Even, as I breathe

comes an angel to their keep.

Surely, if this is

promises are mine to give you.

mine to give