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YesterdayÂ's newspapers forecasts no rain for today YesterdayÂ's news was old news, the skies are all grey WinterÂ's in labor and soon will give birth to the spring And sprinkle the meadows with flowers for my Angeline Heartache and sorrow and sadness unendingly find Wings on a memory and with them she flies to my mind She stretched her arms for a moment, then went back to sleep While morning stood watching me ever so silently weak She opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my feet touched the floor The cold hard-wood creaked with each step that I made to the door Then I turned to her gently and said, "Hon, just look, it is spring" Knowing outside the window, the winter looked for Angeline But yesterdayÂ's newspaper forecast no rain for today, But yesterdayÂ's news is old news the skies are all grey |