The Angel of Swain's Lane
Is calling me again
She shines through the railings
And sycamores wailing
A figure of pity and pain
The Angel is crying again
They see her come and go
Through the park at Waterlow
The souls she's keeping
As company sleeping
In sepulchres buried below
The Angel is lonely, I know
Does she see me?
Does she care?
Does she cry
Without a prayer?
The Angel of Swain's Lain
Is crying out in vain
For someone departed
Forlorn, broke-hearted
A figure of pity and pain...
The Angel is crying again
The Angel is crying again