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Baez Joan
Blessed Are...
Angeline
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