Well I saw an angel,
she took my hand and said,
follow
your present life, we might 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.
So on 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 wonder back to find sweet love.
My woman is a nice.
She tries to play.
No, I'm so sad.
Oh,
I have a feeling she would rather do her sound.