I met an angel in the morning. At six o’clock she woke me. Twas twice the hours her spirit called. So I stayed I, in the chapel to greet the angel next to me. And sat I hence on the piano bench and plaid a psalm to please her. And at 9 o’clock my tears broke spent for I recognized her demeanor. Mother of my mother passed she sat next to me. And light shown above the pages sweet upon. And sweet remembrance of her I had. And sweet tranquility. For when ere I play do God invoke a splendid thought of thee. Even thou there art afar. He brings you close just at the hour I needed. And the sun beamed through the chapel room and crossed the worned pages. And caressed the notes and keys. Sweet maternal angel and Lord with me to be. For when ere I play an instrument I pray a word and then she visits me. And give I thanks and gladness oft when ere I played for thee. And in the stillness of the morn you come to watch again and vigil keep ere over me and presence evervends Praise to the Lord, I praise him for thee. Sweet angel of the morn.
Capo 4
G C e G
Verse 1
I met an angel in the morning. At six o'clock she woke me. Twas twice the hour her spirit called
Until I took anotice
The mother of my mother passed
Had come to hear me play
As I grieved her from awaysÂ
Chorus
G Now I play for angels C
em And now I sing for ghosts G
Its how I feel your presence
Whenever Ima far from home.
G Now I play for angels C
em And now I sing for ghosts G
Verse 2
You used to sit beside me
Cheering on each note
But now you watch above me
In the stillness of the morn
You come to hear again
I can feel your presence near
G Now I play for angels C
em And now I sing for ghosts G
Its then I feel you near me
Even though you are at home
The Silent Singer 