Angeline

YesterdayÂ's newspapers forecasts no rain for today

YesterdayÂ's news was old news, the skies are all grey

WinterÂ'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 memory 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 yesterdayÂ's newspaper forecast no rain for today,

But yesterdayÂ's news is old news the skies are all grey