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 AngelineHeartache 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 weakShe 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 AngelineBut yesterday 's newspaper forecast no rain for today,
But yesterday 's news is old news the skies are all grey
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