Well, hullo angel   A gift and a smile   Well, hullo angel   As we walk a crooked mile   And a twisted man   Leans on twisted sticks   With children's laughter   Hanging from swings      Well, hullo angel   And the skipping rope turns   Whilst little bodies twist   In carousel swerves      Well, hullo angel   It's the end of the world      Well, hullo angel   At the end of your tether      Well, hullo angel   Time for sleep      Well, hullo angel   Time for prayers      That which is Falling   Should also be pushed   That which is crawling   Should also be crushed!