Lyrics:

In And Out Of The Front Door, Ran Twelve Back-Door Angels.
their Hair Was A Golden-Brown - They Didn't See Me Wink My Eye.
'tis Said They Put We Men To Sleep With Just A Whisper,
and Touch The Heads Of Dying Dogs - And Make Them Linger.
they Carry Their Candles High - And They Light The Dark Hours.
and Sweep All The Country Clean With Pressed And Scented Wild-Flowers.

[instrumental]

they Grow All Their Roses Red, And Paint Our Skies Blue -
drop One Penny In Every Second Bowl - Make Half The Beggars Lose.
why Do The Faithful Have Such A Will To Believe In Something
and Call It The Name They Choose, Having Chosen Nothing.

[instrumental]

think I'll Sit Down And Invent Some Fool - Some Grand Court Jester.
and Next Time The Die Is Cast, He'll Throw A Six Or Two.
in And Out Of The Back-Door, Ran One Front-Door Angel,
her Hair Was A Golden-Brown -
she Smiled, And I Think She Winked Her Eye