Angeline Lyrics

Yesterday´s newspapers forecasts no rain for today
Yesterday´s news was old news, the skies are all grey
Winter´s in labor and soon will give birth to the spring
And sprinkle the meadows with flowers for my Angeline.

Heartache and sorrow and sadness unendingly find
Wings on a mem´ry and with them she flies to my mind
She stretched her arms for a moment, then went back to sleep
While morning stood watching me ever so silently weak.

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
Then I turned to her gently and said, "Hon, just look, it is spring"
Knowing outside the window, the winter looked for Angeline.

But yesterday´s newspaper forecast no rain for today,
But yesterday´s news is old news the skies are all grey.

Mickey Newbury 
Copyright 1969 by Acuff-Rose Publications, Inc.
BMI 3:37