Angeline Lyrics

Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today
But yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all gray
Winter's in labor, soon to give birth to the spring
That will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and sorrow and sadness unendingly find
Wings on a memory and with them she flies to my mind
She stretched her arms for a moment then went back to sleep
While the morning stood watching me ever so silently weep She opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my feet touched the floor
The cold hard wood creaked with each step that I made to the door
There I turned to her gently and said to her, "Look, hon, it's spring"
Knowing outside the window, the winter looked for Angeline

Yesterday's newspapers forecast, no rain for today
But yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all gray

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