Cousins-Cronk It started with the ring I wear A journey few would care to share Some say it is the braggart's boast A life along the Barbary Coast Pirate ships with jet black sails Sirens clinging to the rails Broken victims walked the plank Before we struck the rock and sank. Too many angels have fallen at my feet Too many angels have fallen Too many angels have fallen at my feet Too many angels have fallen. Washed up on a welcome beach Where excise men could never reach Riding horseback through the lanes Soothed the traveller's aches and pains Raising cattle, tending sheep It's easier than losing sleep The young girl's fancies loosely spun The monkey and the damage done The prisoner finally walking free To spring in Little Italy When in doubt just make a list All that was was ever missed. Too many angels have fallen at my feet Too many angels have fallen Too many angels have fallen at my feet Too many angels have fallen. The storm has finally come to pa** I pour my tears into the gla** You can't erase the lines of age Or words upon the printed page The dragonfly with folded wings Has found the pleasure true love brings And while we live in Tiffany time The ring has stood the test of time Nowadays it's far more clear With all the loves I held so dear Swirling gently through the mist With softer tongue and velvet fist As though they seem to understand It started out with nothing planned The days are closing in so fast It's time to find some peace at last. Too many angels have fallen at my feet Too many angels have fallen Too many angels have fallen at my feet Too many angels have fallen.