Angel of the Trees
© 1995 Gary Galimidi


Turnpike wind in my hair
Racing home to you
Longing for your tender touch
Keeps my mission true
I can see you in the windshield of my soul
Golden sun, never shines
Only in your eyes
My childhood love for all my years
My kindred soul we persevere
The troubles come but mostly go
It matters not as long as I'm with you

Cold black night, in spiteof day
You calm my stormy skies
I can feel your wispers touch
I stop to pay the toll

Racing home, home at last
To my angel of the trees....