Becky reardon

I'm dancing on the head of a pin.
So many angels are dancing.
I'm dancing with someone that I've never been.
So many angels are dancing.
Spin, spin, everyone spin,
spin a silver thread, silken silvery.
In, in, everyone's in
a raveling dance,
a raveling dance with the angels.

A starry night is over my head
So many angels are dancing.
I'm slipping a skin I am ready to shed.
So many angels are dancing.

Chorus

The prayer that prays us is moving me on.
So many angels are dancing.
Through doubt and fear, irresistably drawn.
So many angels are dancing.