Will he come to me Dream Angus Come quietly through the evening light Come when I do not expect him and I am sleepy Come when I am drowsy when I am ready for rest Will he come to me Dream Angus...Will I see the birds about his head The birds that are his kisses Will I believe that each of us Even he who thinks himself unloved May be transformed made different By one who finds him marvellous Will I think that ...Will he bring me some sort of quietus Some form of understanding will he break my heart Will he show me my love will he give Me hearts contentment the end of sorrow Will he do that for me will he do that...