Angel horn - Shake Keane

When I was bom

my father gave to me

an angelhom

With wings of melody.

That angel placed her lips

upon my finger-tips

and I became, became

her secret name.

Her name grew strong,

Spread like a passion tree.

She named the song,

I played the melody.

And in the morning hour

I awoke to dream of her,

And all day long, day long,

I lived her song.

In boat and barge

where songs and seas are friends

our dreams grew large,

made love where dreaming ends.

And people placed her lips

upon our finger-tips

and friends became, became,

our secret name.

Now light is low,

new angels come and go.

The passion tree

Spreads dense as destiny.

And this old angelhorn

strives like the lifting dawn!

Love moves to claim,

to claim our secret name.

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Ellsworth McGranaham “Shake” Keane [aka E. McG. Keane] (1927 - 1997) St. Vincent

Source: St Vincent and the Grenadines