Wings Of An Angel

Mike Bloomfield

People if I had the wings of an angel,

Over these prison walls I would fly.

I'll fly back to the arms of my darling,

People in there I will stay till I die.

Lost my wife, lost my job, dear old mother,

People to just sit is me, here I'd to stay,

If it's cold and lonesome in this prison,

Oh my lord, I must broken, I must pay.

I am lost like a ship out on the ocean,

People I'm lost with my crew in a gale,

I'm in drunk and I shock my best body,

Man I must spend my life in this jail.

If I had the wings of an angel,

Over these prison walls I would fly.

I'll fly back to the arms of my darling,

And people in there I will stay till I die. Guitar!

I am lost like a ship out on the ocean,

People I'm lost with my crew in a gale,

I'm in drunk, lord I shock my best body,

Man I must spend my life in this jail.

If I had the wings of an angel,

Over these prison walls I would fly.

I'll fly to the arms of my darling,

After in there I will stay till I die.

Fade out......

by Franz Felix Vienne/Austria