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In our troubled timesWe simply hide awayAnd dream of the oneWe'd love to seeAt the end of the daySolitary winter chill me no moreI dream an angel by the western seashoreCiara...Ciara...There is an angelI would like to knowI sing and dream her faceLying on my pillowI kissed her one dayIn the cool of Brigid's wellMy heart beat crystal clear like a church bellCiara...Ciara...I can hear the winter knockin' on my doorI dream an angel by the western seashoreCiara...Ciara... Aus Songtexte Mania