I walked down to the river,
stood on the shore,
seemed like the devil's always trying to get in my door.
And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore,
here he came again,
my friend.
He keeps sending me angels from up on high.
He keeps sending me angels to teach me to fly.
He keeps sending me angels, sweet and true.
He keeps sending me angels
just like you.
As
I stand on this mountain,
face to the wind,
amazed by the number of times I have sinned,
and the countless enemies that should have been friends,
oh, here he comes again,
my friend.
He keeps sending me angels.
Here they come flying.
He keeps sending me angels to keep me from crying.
He keeps sending me angels,
sweet
and true.
He keeps sending me angels just like you.
Some say that it's coming.
I say it's already here.
The love that's among us,
through the joy and the fear.
When I look in your eyes,
everything is so clear,
my friend.
Here he comes again.
He keeps sending me angels from up on high.
He keeps sending me angels
to teach me to fly.
He keeps sending me angels,
sweet
and true.
He keeps sending me angels just like you.