Angeline (Newbury Mickey)

Yesterday's newspaper Forecast no rain for today But yesterday's news is old news, The skies are all grey Winter's in labor And soon will give birth to the spring Sprinkled the meadow With flowers for my Angeline Heartache and sorrow And sadness unendingly find Wings on her 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 weep She opened her eyes Lord The minute my feet touched the floor The cold hardwood creaks With each step that I make to the door There I turned to her gently and said, "Hon, just look, it's spring" Knowing outside the window The winter looked for Angeline But yesterday's newspaper Forecast no rain for today.