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Joey & Rory – Waltz of the Angels

Joey + Rory Sing 'Play Me the Waltz of the Angels' at Opry

Introduction:

Joey + Rory, a beloved country music duo, touched the hearts of millions with their heartfelt music and inspiring love story. Among their many beautiful songs, “Waltz of the Angels” holds a particularly special place. Released in 2016, this poignant ballad became a tribute to Joey Feek, who tragically passed away after a courageous battle with cancer.   

Written by Rory Feek, the song paints a picture of Joey dancing with angels in heaven. It’s a bittersweet melody that captures the longing and love that remains after a loved one’s passing. Rory’s soulful vocals, paired with the ethereal backing vocals, create a haunting and ethereal atmosphere. The song’s lyrics express a deep sense of peace and acceptance, acknowledging the beauty of life beyond earthly existence.

“Waltz of the Angels” became a symbol of hope and healing for many who were grieving the loss of loved ones. It served as a reminder that love transcends death and that cherished memories live on. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to the power of music to comfort and inspire, and it continues to be a beloved tribute to Joey Feek’s legacy.

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