Well it rained last night

and the stars shone bright

and way off yonder

we heard the whippoorwill.

At the first light of dawn

we heard that he was gone.

Our hearts was empty

and our eyes was filled.

Open the gates;

welcome him in.

There's a brand new angel,

a brand new angel

with an old idea.

In music we heard

all the songs of the birds.

And he said that some songs

is like clear fall days.

But he played his last refrain

oh but the song will remain.

Though he's put his pole down

and closed his case.

Open the gates;

welcome him in.

'Cause there's a brand new angel,

there's a brand new angel

with a old idea.