Anne Margaret’s Beacon
She walks through the quiet rain
Healing the worn and the weary
Anne Margaret sees past the pain
With eyes that are soft and steady (hm-mmm)
When the world is folding in
She finds a place to begin (oh-oh-oh)
She is the goddess of the golden light
Anne Margaret,
standing in the dark of night She never gives up
on the lost and the blind
Believing the beauty that others can't find
She reaches her hand to the dust
Where hope was forgotten and cold
Teaching the broken to trust
In stories that have not been told
(yeah) She is the goddess of the golden light
Anne Margaret,
standing in the dark of night She never gives up
on the lost and the blind
Believing the beauty that others can't find
She keeps believing
In you and me
Anne Margaret (ah-ha-aa)