I haven’t found her yet but she’s an angel in my ear.
She’s been hanging with the others, the garden sniggers and sneers.

I can detect them with my ears.
I haven’t quite found her yet but she’s an angel in my ear.
She’s been cycling between head and hair,
swinging and swaying on every red curl
her bell is ringing, she giving us a twirl.

I haven’t seen her yet but she’s an angel in my ear.
How long or short she has been
It’s impossible to say
A head is a hiding place with lots of places to stay.
This must be the warmest cave to brake in her bones
They are starting to cut to a close.
I can hear her moans.