Brand New Angel

Well it rained last night
And the stars shone bright
And way off yonder,
We heard the whip-poor-will.

At the first light of dawn
We heard that he was gone
Our hearts was empty
And our eyes was filled.

Open the gates
Welcome him in
There’s a brand new angel
A brand new angel with an old violin.

In music we heard
all the songs of the birds.
And he said that some songs
was like clear Fall days.

But he played his last refrain;
oh, but the song will remain
Though he’s put his bow down
and closed his case.

Open the gates
Welcome him in
‘Cause there’s a brand new angel
There’s a brand new angel
With an old violin.

– Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart