LYRIC FOR SALE

By Edward Kenny

It's funny how they fade away,
Memories of the day-by-day,
Like windblown clouds they wander.
Until, one night out of the blue
We meet someone we always knew
There from the stars up yonder.

Then all the sadness and regret
Becomes a joy we won't forget,
The splash of healing water.
This is one sight that won't erase,
This little girl, this pretty face,
The first touch of your daughter.

Describe? I'm just a man (CHORUS)
And I can only do the best I can,
And so, what can I say?
Except that an angel appeared today.

If I had the soul of a saint,
With a blessed brush I could paint
The colors that we're feeling,
But, alas, I am not so great,
For only true love could create
This cherub on the ceiling.

And as we watch her new life start
She fills a place inside our heart,
With hope instead of sorrow,
For in our arms we hold a gift,
On hands divine, up we lift,
Believing in tomorrow.

Describe? I'm just a man (CHORUS)
And I can only do the best I can,
And so, what can I say?
Except that an angel appeared today.