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 Angeline.



Heartache and sorrow and sadness unendingly find

Wings on a mem´ry 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 weak.



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

Then I turned to her gently and said, "Hon, just look, it is spring"

Knowing outside the window, the winter looked for Angeline.



But yesterday´s newspaper forecast no rain for today,

But yesterday´s news is old news the skies are all grey.



Mickey Newbury

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