( )   In and out of the front door ran twelve back-door angels.          Their hair was a golden-brown ---   they didn’t see me wink my eye.                                                        ( )   `Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper   And touch the heads of dying dogs --- and make them linger.                                                                 ( )   They carry their candles high --- and they light the dark hours.   And sweep all the country clean  with pressed and scented wild-flowers.   Solo (I haven’t tried too hard here):   |: :|: :|                                                       ( )   They grow all their roses red    and paint our skies blue ---   drop one penny in every second bowl ---   make half the beggars lose                                                             ( )   why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something?   And call it the name they choose having chosen nothing.        Solo : |: :|: :|: :|: :|          (Something like this for "Think I’ll sit down...")     -0-------0------------0--------0-2          0    -1--2-0-     -0-------0------------0--------0-3          1    -0--3-0-     -0-------0------------0--------0-2          0    -0--2-0-     -X-------X------------X--------X-0          2    -2--0-2-     -2-slide-7------------9--------7-           3    -2----2-     -0-------0------------0--------0--          -    -0----0-   Think I’ll sit down and invent some fool --- some Grand Court Jester.    And next time the die is cast he’ll throw a six or two.     In and out of the back-door ran one front-door angel   Her hair was a golden-brown --- she smiled and I think she winked her eye.