Ralph McTell – Mrs Adlams Angels (Guitar)

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Sundays, as a rule, us kids went to Sunday School,

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And Mrs Adlam said, angles stood round our bed.

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To keep us safe from dark, right through till day begun,

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And we used to lie awake, just to ty and see one,

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And though we never saw one, anywhere...

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We heard them softly singing, in the air.

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Sundays, occasionally, we were invited back for tea,

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And bread with jam and cream, made Sundays seem a dream.

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In the dingy mission hall, Mrs Adlam praying.

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And down the street back home, all our mates were playing,

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With Mr's Adlam's angels everywhere...

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And we thought we saw a halo, in her hair.

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Sundays, for sure, ain't like that any more,

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It's getting hard for me, to see her face in front of me.

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I wonder if her angels, have their arms around her curled.

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Keeping her safe from life, and guarding her from the world.

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On a summer Sunday evening, do I dare...

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To hear Mrs Adlam's angels, in the air.