M. Ward Archangel Tale
Come with me and you’ll never be the same
Come with me to the place I’m thinking of
across the bridge that keeps you form your love
Come with me but you must come alone
across the bridge that keeps you from your home
A Band of a Hundred Angels did I see
and a chariot of white swung low
across the River Jordan for me
Come with me to the place you're thinking of
across the bridge that keeps you from your love
So I followed the band of angels to a shore
and climbed atop a mountain high
And a ray of light shown down upon the stone
a saviour rolled away long ago…
