I grew up in Chattanooga, TenessenOne of mister Hoover's ville's with my familynnI know poornI know most people don'tnI could tell you storiesnBut I won'tnnNothing robs a soul faster than hungernEven as a little girl, I'd wondernnWill the angels fly above my bed tonight?nWill the stars come out and bathe me in their light?nWill the circle draw in close and hold me tight?nWill the angels fly above my bed tonight?nnI married Buddy before the warnWe raised a girl we both adorednI watched her grow and start a family of her ownnAnd I died inside when the cancer took her homennBecause nothing robs a soul faster than losing a childnAll that I could think about for a whilennWill the angels fly above my bed tonight?nWill the stars come out and bathe me in their light?nWill the circle draw in close and hold me tight?nWill the angels fly above my bed tonight?nnI have reached the end of my long lifenI have been a mother and a wifenI've known sad, I've known lovenAnd I screamed out at God and heaven abovennBecause nothing steals a soul faster than being alonenAnd I wonder as I'm waiting to go homennWill the angels fly above my bed tonight?nWill the stars come out and bathe me in their light?nWill the circle draw in close and hold me tight?nWill the angels fly above my bed tonight?nnOh, will the angels fly above my bed tonight?