How Strange
Victor Young, Peggy Lee
How strange, how still
I seem to be losing my will
An angel is breathing on me
And it's making me see I'm in love
I'm in love
How new, how grand
An angel is touching my hand
I feel like a moon that is new
And as high as the tide in the night
In the night
I sing to the sky with a song of my love
And my grateful heart has the wings, the wings of a dove
How strange, how dear
To know that an angel is so near
An angel that's touching my cheek
And it's making me weak with joy
Of my love for you