Tom Flannery Angeline
An empty altar and a front porch swingbrings her back to
where she's been
light's go out with a final glance
at the empty driveway and his working pants
chorus:
oh oh Angeline
she never cry's herself to sleep
oh oh she has a smile
for everyone that she meets
oh oh oh Angeline
oh oh oh Angeline
Sunday whispers she no longer hears
or the preacher's advice or the young man leers
on the nights that bring her down
she just irons her wedding gown
(chorus)
The house is sways from the gentlest breeze
and brings her to her battered knees
oh oh oh Angeline
oh oh oh Angeline
The years appear like rust on a swing
and settle down on everything
but her photos are so young and bright
maybe he'll be home tonight
(chorus)
