A mist is rolling in Boats are stationed in the harbour Cross yourself Father Flynn The brandy is a little harder. CHORUS ----------- Here come the Angels Here come the Angels On black and white horses On red and pale horses Riding, riding, riding, rising A new sun rose today Did we lose something along the way? ----------- A sign creaks in the wind Casting shadows from the Lighthouse Heaven with this town is twinned She wipes the bloodstains from her white blouse. CHORUS She walks the cobbled streets alone Echoes from one hundred years ago She holds the little secret phone The road to God is paved with sorrow. He breaks open the seal Written by a friend, left no name His face he starts to peel But who will recognise the face of Cain? CHORUS