Angeline

Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today

But yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all grey

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 hardwood creaked with each step that I made to the door

There I turned to her gently and said, 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 grey...

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