Lyrics

Kissed An Angel Carved in Stone

T. Edwin Doss
Copyr. 2003

Every night I could hear him with his whiskey he would hide.
The cemetery was his home where he lived with his sweet bride.
Death had come too early with a baby he'd never known...
In darkness he lay his head beneath the shelter of their throne. And I heard him cry at night when fallen leaves were still. He held her marble hand in his.. above old Highland hill
To him she seemed to be alive as the beauty he had known
in the moonlight shadows there,
he kissed an angel....carved in stone
He brought his bottle with him...poured his sorrow down.
He laughed, cried and talked to her, slept right on the ground.
But whiskey never wakes the dead although mortals often try.
I wished I could have eased his pain and offered reasons why
And I heard him cry at night when fallen leaves were still. He held her marble hand in his.. above old Highland hill
To him she seemed to be alive as the beauty he had known
in the moonlight shadows there,
he kissed an angel....carved in stone
Some men are born in freedom.. others are bound as slaves.
The twisted fate of tortured souls are countless as the graves.
Now I stand among three more, where beggars often give...
A mother and her baby, with a man who died to live.
And I heard him cry at night when fallen leaves were still. He held her marble hand in his.. above old Highland hill
To him she seemed to be alive as the beauty he had known
in the moonlight shadows there,
he kissed an angel....carved in stone