These clouds are like an empire when you look at them
Like heaven has rose up in desire
And let their Angels sing
The tribunes and the Seraphim,
The arcangels too
All of them
Are up high singing
Singing just for you
Oh Heaven is a steel drum
Its a pearly gate
Its a mountain of white chewing gum
Bubbling on a hot plate
Its stuck to earth like virtue
Like a message of love
That gets to you
Oh hear those Angels singing above
Singing just for you
See those rolling mountains
Turning over the hills
Climbing down
Like cats on curtains
Crawling over to you
Purring in their circumstance
Obeyance and their fates
Oh don't you hear them singing for you
Outside St Peter's gates
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