Angel of glory

My angel has spread her wings of glory
I was her boy and this is my story

My mother was kind and gentle and sweet
when the man of death did arrive at her feet

She told me she'd seen the other side
But as an older man I thought she was taking me for a ride

But the day she died I looked to the sky and I did see my angel of glory riding the tide

I saw her golden wings stretched so wide
Happy at last was that dear mother of mine