Mary The Angel — текст песни (Beth Hirsch)

On tuesdays mornings youd wake her up

Take the firty clothes

And be on your way



In the afternoons

When she got home

Youd share a snack

And talk about the day



Youd fry chicken

At her birthday party

For that alone

They wouldve stayed



To the little girl

You were her greatest present

To other kids you were just

The maid



If angels can fly

Then you can fly

If angels can fly

Then youd...



Go with her to your neighborhood

To play with children door to door

Unaware of heat between your colors

Eternal war of man rich and poor



And home there was no home

With you shed run away

You said your mum and dad

They love you so

And gentle strength convinced the girl



Then you can fly

If angels can fly

Then youd...



When you had a stroke on

That summers night

The teenage girl nearly

Thought you died



She wanted bad to wake you up....



Then you can fly

If angels can fly

Then you can...