Right in the center of the village
Reaching up to the skies above
With rungs made of hearts and prayers
Stood the ladder of love
Waved goodbye to the village folks
The angel, then, looked up at the sky
Like a sign, a light shone down
A tear dropped from her eye
…
Her mind was full of joyful thoughts
She couldn’t hold back the smile
The climbing had just begun
Heaven was still a while
Mrs. Dawson and Mrs. Jones
Little Jack and his mother, Joe and Coleen
The entire village would miss the angel
For the journey it had been
The light shone brighter as the angel got closer
To the place that she calls home
Where her friends, lay in waiting
Seven fairies and a gnome
When she reached the sacred place
Her wings grew right back
She didn’t need to climb any ladder anymore
Or place her feet on any track
…
When she reached the sacred place
The first thing that she did see
Was neither the Goddess of Love
Nor her very own family
Neither the garden where the flowers bloomed
Nor the gnome or fairies, seven
The first thing that she did see was
The cursed couple dancing in heaven
…
As true as hell below and heaven above
There is no greater story than a story of love
As true as the angels sing in the heavens above
There is no greater story than a story of love