Well,
I saw an angel,
she took my hand and said, follow.
Your present life will not do you good,
nor bring true love.
I said,
I do not understand what makes you feel this way
to me, girl.
Well,
she said that God had gotten mad today on the low of a man.
To whom the earth and the sky belong,
sweet mother nature.
I told her God's brother has a hundred thousand lovely pretty wives.
Will she get me to some home show?
Well, God, we are so.
The art of war,
where the soldier was and the soldier went.
Well,
I'm not so much a saint myself,
but I find this.
I find it ridiculous.
Well,
she let me go and I wandered back to find sweet love.
My woman is a nice,
she tries to blame,
no one I'm so sad.
Though I have a feeling she would rather.
I'll do her sound.