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[ti:Mrs Adlam's Angels]
[ar:Ralph McTell]
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[00:00.000]Mrs Adlam's Angels - Ralph McTell
[00:08.410]Sundays as a rule us kids went to Sunday School
[00:15.719]And Mrs Adlam said angels stood round our bed
[00:23.948]To keep us safe from dark right through to day begun
[00:31.337]And we used to lie awake just to try to see one
[00:39.895]And though we never saw one anywhere
[00:47.744]We heard them softly singing in the air
[00:56.234]Sundays occasionally we were invited back for tea
[01:03.174]And bread with jam and cream made Sundays seem a dream
[01:12.644]In the dingy mission hall Mrs Adlam praying
[01:19.982]And down the street back home all our mates were playing
[01:28.022]With Mrs Adlam's angels everywhere
[01:35.702]And we thought we saw a halo in her hair
[01:44.921]Sundays for sure ain't like that anymore
[01:52.250]It's getting hard for me to see her face in front of me
[02:00.340]I wonder if her angels have their arms around her curled
[02:08.508]Keeping her safe from life and guarding her from the world
[02:16.148]On a summer Sunday evening do I dare
[02:24.318]To hear Mrs Adlam's angels in the air