Beth Hirsch

Beth Hirsch - Mary the angel lyrics

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 On Tuesdays mornings you'd wake her up

Take the firty clothes

And be on your way



 In the afternoons

When she got home

You'd share a snack

And talk about the day



 You'd fry chicken

At her birthday party

For that alone

They would've 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 you'd...



 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 she‘d 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 you'd...



 When you had a stroke on

That summer's 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...
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