Red - Martha Tilston

Red was the colour of her lips that morning

Red was the sky the evening before

Red were the leaves that fell through autumn

Red was the colour that she always wore

She ran through the forest floor

And all the angels

And all the angels

And all the angels came gently flocking down

Red were her cheeks from the bracing wind

Red was the hood that she pulled up around

Red was the door on her grandmother’s cottage

She knocked once, then she knocked three times more

And all the angels

And all the angels

And all the angels came gently flocking in

And then she saw the wolf dressed in her grandmother’s clothes

She thought that she’d heard the story before

And she knew how the ending goes

So she said to the wolf 'Grandma, you’re looking down'

She wrapped her arms around him

And the love nearly spun him round

The love just broke him down

And all the angels

And all the angels

And all the angels came gently flocking round

Red was the colour of her lips that morning

Red was the sky the evening before

Red were the leaves that fell through autumn

Red was the colour that she always wore

She ran through the forest floor

And all the angels

And all the angels

And all the angels gently flew back up again