Lyrics
Angeline is always friday, angeline is spring forever Always, in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me
Old and smiling, til the one where i am standing, my neighbour at her tea
Winter angeline could never be, old and smiling
Bowing her politely on to me, lifts his cap as she is passing, lifts his cap as she is passing
in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me
Angeline is always friday, suitcase on the rack above
In her sunlight i can tell her, angeline is spring forever, instrumental bridge
In all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me, in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me
In her sunlight i can tell her, my neighbour at her tea, the milkman at my doorstep
She hasn t even read her magazine, the milkman at my doorstep
Instrumental bridge, waiting for my only angeline
Angeline is spring forever, instrumental bridge
my neighbour at her tea
My neighbour at her tea, in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me, in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me
suitcase on the rack above
away from shadows
instrumental bridge
Instrumental bridge, the milkman at my doorstep, in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me
my neighbour at her tea
Angeline is always friday, instrumental bridge
Away from shadows, angeline is counting stations
the milkman at my doorstep
I ve waited for my only day, she hasn t even read her magazine
bowing her politely on to me
lifts his cap as she is passing
Til the one where i am standing, my neighbour at her tea, away from shadows
the milkman at my doorstep
In her sunlight i can tell her, the milkman at my doorstep Tom, suitcase on the rack above
Lifts his cap as she is passing, she hasn t even read her magazine
Old and smiling, in all the world no one s so glad to see the sun as me
Winter angeline could never be, angeline is always friday Tom, instrumental bridge
winter angeline could never be
Angeline is always friday, instrumental bridge, the milkman at my doorstep
suitcase on the rack above