Angels every little hour - every little day -
every little
mile along the life's long way,
I can hear you calling. I can hear you
sing.
I can hear your music in the winds.
Anytime I wonder - anytime I say -
"Don't know where I'm going, but
I'm on my way."
I can hear your whisper, softer than a sigh -
"Don't
worry about 'where' - Retta - think about 'why'."
Every little memory, every little dream,
shining like the sunlight
on a tranquil pond.
Down the years I hear it. Through my soul it
rings.
I can hear you calling. I can hear you singing.
Anywhere my heart wanders, whether high or low,
I hear you in the
thunder - I feel you in the night.
Even when I'm lonely, we're never
far apart.
I can hear you drumming a song in my heart.
A roaring song in the wind. A soft whisper on the breeze.
Morning
birdsongs drifting through the forest trees.
Somewhere in my heart,
where time has stored it all,
I can hear you singing! I can hear you
calling!
© 1998 by Dave Griffith