1.Angelene
Angelene
My first name Angelene
Prettiest mess you've ever seen
Love for money is my sin
Any man calls I'll let him in
Rose is my colour and white
Pretty mouth, and green my eyes
I see men come and go
But there'll be one who will collect
My soul and come to me
Two thousand miles away
He walks upon the coast
Two thousand miles away
It lays open like a road
Dear God, life ain't kind
People gettin born then dying
But I've heard there's joy untold
Lays open like a road in front of me
My first name's angelene
2.The Sky Lit Up
I'm walking in the city tonight
I'm walking in the city at dark
Remembering, remember light
Thinking of nothing, and the shooting stars
And this world tonight is mine
A world to be remembered in
Think on a faded photograph
My hair longer than it's ever been
The sky lit up
The sky,My friend
The sky lit up
The sky, my friend
And I'm lighter than I've ever been
I saw the trees crossing the moon
I saw the stars and heaven above
Shine on my own beautiful prayer
Shining on my own beautiful love
The sky lit up...
And I'm dancing with him
In this city and in this town
I don't care what he's thinking of
Just take the car, just take my hand
The sky lit up
3.The Wind
Catherine liked high places
High up, on the hills
A place for making noises
Noises like the whales
Here she built a chapel with
Her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and rest and
A place where she could wash
And listen to the wind blow...
She dreamt of children's voices
And torture on the wheel
Patron Saint of nothing
A woman of the hills
She once was a lady
Of pleasure, and high born
A lady of the city
But now she sits and moans
And listens to the wind blow...
I see her in a chapel
High up on the hill
She must be so lonely
Oh Mother can't we give
A husband to our Catherine ？
A handsom one, a deal
A rich one for the lady
Someone to listen with
4.My Beautiful Leah
Did you see her walking ？
Did she come around here, sir ？
Black hair, brown eyes
My beautiful leah
She was always so needing
Said 'I have no-one'
Even as I held her
She went out looking for someone
She only had nightmares
And her sadness never lifted
And slowly over the years
Her lovely face twisted
Did she come around here, Sir？
I swear you would remember
Black hair, brown eyes
Late september...
October,
November,
December
It never leaves my mind
The last words she said
If I don't find it this time
Then I'm better off dead
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