Wild Swans Holy Holy
Holy Holy
God the Father
A fallen angel
Falls upon me
Can we understand the flow
Your's the only pain we know
Thrust upon this bed of shame
Thrust upon this iron frame
Chorus
Will I ever leave
These prison bars
Love deliver me
Will I ever touch
Those distant stars
Love deliver me
7 angels
7 angels
The oldest pleasure
Still engages
Cast away from
Heaven's arms
Bitter storms and
Tender calm
We'll never greet those
Days again
The flesh is born to
Die since then
Chorus (x2)