Something About A Song

I spent half of my life writing and performing for children and am always amazed to discover how I can still be inspired by the innocence and intelligence of a five year old. Colin was not much older than that when he engaged me in a conversation about angels one Sunday afternoon in 1988. With a keen desire to fill me in on the truth about angels, this little boy offered me the following angel facts:

Angel Fact Number One
When it rains, the angels are crying

Angel Fact Number Two
When it thunders, the angels are bowling

Angel Fact Number Three
When it's dark, the angels have the heavenly lights turned down low.

Angel Fact Number Four
When it's lightning the angels are celebrating with fireworks.

That evening I thought about what Colin had told me. I thought about his sincerity, his wide-eyed innocence, and his natural acceptance of angels. I realized he absolutley and positively believed every word he said to me, and it made me smile. You, of course, can believe whatever you want, but the truth about angels is this: When Angels Brush Their Hair, we won't ever have to worry about anything ever again in our lives. Cross my heart, it's true!

Two recorded versions of this song are available as demos to serious music publishers and recording artists.

When Angels Brush Their Hair

When angels let their hair down
sun replaces rain clouds
the sweetest smelling air moves in
and everything is good again
mountains rise and rivers roll
and there's a song you'll always hear
with a guitar plucked and playing slow
when angels brush their hair.

When angels let their hair down
clocks forget their faces
and everyone embraces
and everybody shares
anger flies away to leave a lullaby for baby
and a piano plays a lazy waltz
when angels brush their hair

She's a lonely child
a million miles away
caught in a wind as wild
as fire upon a hardwood floor
thankful just for being warm

When angels let their hair down
sun replaces rain clouds
and everybody's walking proud
and no one lives in fear
and all those things that don't exist
unfold before our eyes
there's not a worry there's not a care
when angels brush their hair
no, there's not a worry there's not a care
when angels brush their hair