歌词
Sundays, as a rule,
Us kids went to Sunday School,
And Mrs Adlam said,
Angels stood round our bed.
To keep us safe from dark,
Right through 'til day begun,
And we used to lie awake,
Just to try to see one,
And though we never saw one anywhere,
We heard them softly singing in the air.
Sundays occasionally
We were invited back for tea,
And bread with jam and cream,
Made Sundays seem a dream.
In the dingy mission hall,
Mrs Adlam praying,
And down the street back home,
All our mates were playing,
With Mrs Adlam's angels everywhere,
And we thought we saw a halo in her hair.
Sundays, for sure,
Ain't like that anymore,
Its getting hard for me,
To see her face in front of me.
I wonder if her angels
Have their arms around her curled,
Keeping her safe from life,
And guarding her from the world.
On a summer Sunday evening do I dare,
To hear Mrs Adlam's angels in the air.
专辑信息
1.Streets Of London
2.Girl On A Bicycle
3.England 1914
4.Clown
5.Hesitation Blues
6.Daddy's Here
7.Blind Blake's Rag
8.Mrs Adlam's Angels
9.Spiral Staircase
10.Michael In The Garden
11.Last Train And Ride
12.Nanna's Song
13.Eight Frames A Second
14.Kew Gardens
15.Kindhearted Woman Blues
16.Wait Until The Snow
17.The Fairground
18.Rizraklaru
19.Louise
20.The Mermaid And The Seagull
21.Are You Receiving Me?
22.Granny Takes A Trip
23.Sleepy Time Blues
24.Too Tight Drag