Angeline - Joan Baez

Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today
But yesterday's news is old news
The skies are all gray
Winter's in labor
Soon to give birth to the spring
That will sprinkle the meadow 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 the morning stood watching me ever so silently weep
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
There I turned to her gently
And said to her "Look hon it's spring"
Knowing outside the window
The winter looked for Angeline
Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today
But yesterday's news is old news the skies are all gray