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 [Bm]sorrow and [Bm]sadness unendingly find
Wings on [C7]a memory and [Bm]with them [A]she flies to [C7]my [A]mind
She stɾetched her arms for [Dm7]a moment, then went back to [C7]sleep
While morning stood watching me ever so silently weak
She opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my [A]feet touched the floor
The cold hard-wood creaked with each step that I made to [C7]the door
Then I turned to [C7]her gently and [Bm]said, "Hon, just look, it is spring"
Knowing outside the window, the winter looked for [Dm7]Angeline
But yesterday´s newspaper forecast no ɾain for [Dm7]today,
But yesterday´s news is old news the skies are all [Em]grey
