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.   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.   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.