in our troubled times we simply hide away and dream of the one we d love to see at the end of the day solitary winter chill me no more i dream an angel by the western seashore ciara ciara there is an angel i would like to know i sing and dream her face lying on my pillow i kissed her one day in the cool of brigid s well my heart beat crystal clear like a church bell ciara ciara i can hear the winter knockin on my door i dream an angel by the western seashore ciara ciara 