The wind is gently blowing
As it often does sometimes,
Sending petal soft whispers
Through lovely angel chimes.

Wind drifts across the meadow,
Then whistles through the pines.
But the sounds most soothing,
Are the lovely angel chimes.

When snow is softly falling
In the northern climes,
One can hear the sweet tinkling
Of the lovely angel chimes.

In the night the angel touches
Each note I claim as mine.
With wings her blessings spread
Through the lovely angel chimes.
Author Unknown