Raphael, Raphael, Angel walking
through the wood at night
with your wand of hope burning bright.
What chance have you of chasing fright
from the deer afraid in the forest of life ?
Wonder, wonder how the stars of night
Placed themselves apart, just so right ?
Raphael, Raphael, can you shed some light
why the stars awink their tales at night ?
May, perhaps, they wish to chase the fright
from the deer afraid in the wood at night ?
Who says, "Angels don't speak loudly?"
Perchance there be a mightier power
placing stars high above Earth's tower
for the eye to be dependent on
what the soul has told the mind of eye ?
Raphael, Raphael, Angel of God's own heal
attentive to His subjects feel,
come with your wand and chase the night
from us dear in the woods of night.