Write a Song a Song / Angeline Songtext
von Mickey Newbury

Write a song, a song
Write a song about her
Hum a tune, a tune
Hum a tune, you miss her

Words that wouldn′t rhyme
Wouldn't rhyme, It′s over
Start another line
Start a line, a new

She's the kinda girl a man Lord, remembers
Remembers
Remembers
She's the kinda girl you just got to love her
If you know her
And I knew her


Sitting in the dark
In the darkness of my room
I wonder why
I look the sky
Look the sky
Begins to softly cry

Morning new
Running through the grass
Through the sweet green
Morning dew
Clinging to her golden hair
I had to leave her

Yesterdays newspaper forecast no rain for today
But yesterdays news was old news
The skies are all grey

Winter is in labour
And soon will give birth
To the Spring
And sprinkle the meadow
With flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and sorrow
And sadness, unendlingly find
Wings on her memory
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 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, "Hun, just look its Spring"
Knowing outside the window
The Winter looked for Angeline

But yesterday′s newspaper forecast no rain for today

Sitting in the dark
In the darkness of my room
I wonder why
I look the sky
Look the sky
Begins to softly cry

Morning new
Running through the grass
Through the sweet green
Morning dew
Clinging to her golden hair
I had to leave her