Martha Tilston Red
Red was the colour of her lips that morning.
Red was the sky the evening before.
Red were the leaves that fell through autumn.
Red was the colour that she always wore.
She ran through the forest floor.
And all the angels
And all the angels
And all the angels came gently flocking down.
Red were her cheeks from the bracing wind.
Red was the hood that she pulled up around.
Red was the door on her grandmother's cottage
She knocked once, then she knocked three times more.
And all the angels
And all the angels
And all the angels came gently flocking in.
And then she saw the wolf dressed in her grandmother's
clothes.
She thought that she'd heard the story before,
And she knew how the ending goes.
So she said to the wolf 'Grandma, you're looking down'
She wrapped her arms around him
And the love nearly spun him round.
The love just broke him down.
And all the angels
And all the angels
And all the angels came gently flocking round.
Red was the colour of her lips that morning.
Red was the sky the evening before.
Red were the leaves that fell through autumn.
Red was the colour that she always wore.
She ran through the forest floor.
And all the angels
And all the angels
And all the angels gently flew back up again.
