Angel's Harp

Pluckin' all day on my angel's harp

Pluckin' all day on my angel's harpShoutin' at the rising moon

Knowin' that I will soon stay

At the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarpI'm pluckin' all day on my angel's harpThough you made me a buffoon

You did not hear the words that I did croonI'm pluckin' all day on my angel's harpI knew you'd finally come around

Won't you please enjoy the sound

I didn't say clap, and I didn't stay sharpI'm pluckin' all day on my angel's harpAnd when I saw your eyes all brown

I pulled them boy, and lo I cut you downAt the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarpThis is where we all will fall

This is what we shall call killPluckin' all day on our angel's harp

A resonator is sounding darkThough you might be walkin' tall

Everybody gots a lot to growPluckin' all day on my angel's harp

Pluckin' all day on my angel's harpThis is where I'm jumping off

This is where I sail aloft

Songwriters

LINKOUS, MARK/FRANCIS, BLACK (CHARLES THOMPSON)/BURTON, BRIAN JOSEPHPublished by

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