Tom Flannery - Angeline lyrics

An empty altar and a front porch swing Brings 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)