Angels of Glenwood

An old friend of mine, Eric Anderson (RIP), did a lot of work with Glenwood Cemetery, home of the Glenwood angels.

Eric said there are angels in here
Just what kind ain’t exactly clear
He said they are such sweet things
With their concrete hearts and broken wings

I see one standing on a milestone
A remnant from a time long gone
She looks pure and innocent
I’d have to say that she’s heaven sent

Chorus:
I’ve been running from things I can’t see
Now there are visions all around me
I’m not scared, no I’m feeling good
I’m dancing with the Angels of Glenwood

Eric is over in Italy
I sure wish he was here with me
So he could show me the ropes
Help me tell the angels from the ghosts

Cause all this seems to good to be true
Angels stuck to the ground like glue
Caught between the earth and sky
There must be more here than meets the eye

Bridge:
Seraphs, virtues and thrones
On horseback and of repose
Dominions and dominations
At my table with dirty faces

Chorus:
I’ve been running from things I can’t see
Now there are visions all around me
I’m not scared, no I’m feeling good
I’m dancing with the Angels of Glenwood