Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel Of Eighth Avenue, artist - Mott The Hoople. Album song Live Fillmore West, San Francisco, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 30.09.2006
Record label: Союз Мьюзик
Song language: English
Angel Of Eighth Avenue |
The willow in the wind is gently weeping |
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping |
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile |
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning |
She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning |
She has so much to give but so little time to live |
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
As I look down the streets are slowly forming |
And the ladies of the night have start performing |
And the trash-collectors horn, salutes the dawning |
And soon the work ward bound will they wake up yawning |
And soft warm hands behind that give no warning |
Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning |
I have so much to say but so little time to stay |
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning |