Steve Schuster
The Angels’ Share © 2017 Stephen A. Schuster
When I hear the angels’ prayer a ladder comes down from the blue
Beside my pillow I declare I name this place for me and you
And when I taste the angels’ share, I’ll leave behind a glass or two
And when they tap and drain the barrel I will raise a glass to you
I’ll raise a glass to you…
When I drink of barley barely burnished honey’s amber hue
With smoky sweet extraordinary notes of indigo tattoo
And when I taste the angels’ share, I’ll leave behind a glass or two
And when they tap and drain the barrel I will raise a glass to you
On the roads that I have traveled there is little there to see
Desert suns and dunes and caverns leave me longing for some sleep
And if you ever see me there, it’s when I'm only passing through
While Heaven's harmonies come herald our intended rendezvous
And when I taste the angels’ share, I’ll leave behind a glass or two
And when they tap and drain the barrel I will raise a glass to you
I awake to fallen angels filling glasses getting high
Morning’s hour of toasted glory, faith and feathers fill the sky
And when I sing the angels’ prayer a ladder drops down from the blue
Beside my pillow I declare I name this house for me and you
And when I taste the angels’ share, I’ll leave behind a glass or two
And when they tap and drain the barrel I will raise a glass to you
When they tap and drain the barrel I’ll raise glass to you