Joan Baez - Angeline lyrics

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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