When they let her go they said “you’d better run”
So Polly caught the first bus into town. Everybody
stared at Polly’s golden hair, and in the night she woke.
The next day found her floating on a cloud. Above
the city floating on a cloud. “I don’t know the way!”
“Don’t worry you’ll be fine.”
“But all I have is love to give.”
“That’s what we had in mind”
Polly Angel, Angel Polly
And somehow over twenty years have passed
since sighing softly Polly breathed her last. And as
you walk around the town – see people smiling bright,
and all they have is love to give – you’ll know that
she was right.