He asked "that the guns may fall silent at least upon the night the angels sang."

"Last night the angel did not sing," she said.

In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing.

"This is God's house, here the angels sing," reads one sign.

If angels once sang on the plains outside Bethlehem, is this how they sounded?

"That's too bad," the angels sang in a sweet chorus.

Ay, we'll have a time such as will make the angels sing.

Devils, angels, and everyone sing a hymn of praise to life.

Angel, pumped in, like the big gymnastic sergeant you sing.