Angeline

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Feb 1986

Oh Angeline, did you hear me singing,
Singing for love in the heat of the night.
Oh Angeline, did you hear me singing
And crying your name in the hot spotlight.

It really don't matter, if you leave in the morning;
It really don't matter, if you never come home.
It really don't matter, if you take to another,
It really don't matter, if you leave me alone.

Angeline, did you hear I've been drinking?
Oh Angeline, did you hear how I cried.
Angeline, tell me what were you thinking,
When you saw me playing in the cold moonlight.

It really don't matter, if you leave in the morning;
It really won't matter, if you never come home.
It really won't matter, if you take to another,
It really won't matter, if you leave me alone.
- It's only love, sweet love;
- It's only love, sweet love...

Oh Angeline, will you always be near me?
Angeline, will you always wear white?
Angeline, I don't want to be lonely,
Oh Angeline, please stay here tonight.

Angeline - with your taste for trouble.
Angeline - with your hair shining bright.
Angeline - with your talk about struggle,
Angeline, please stay here tonight.

It really won't matter, if you leave in the morning;
It really won't matter, if you never come home.
It really won't matter, if you take to another,
It really won't matter, if you leave me alone.
- It's only love, sweet love;
- It's only love, sweet love...

muffnote:
A well crafted ballad John wrote for his wife Annie Furlong.

First release: 

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