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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 anew

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 throught the sweet green morning dew

 Clinging to her golden hair, I had to leave her

Yesterdays newspaper forcast no rain for today

 Yesterdays news was old news the skies are all grey

Winter is in labor and soon 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 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 forcast no rain for today

Sitting in the dark...