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Waiting on an angel
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.

Now angel won't you come by me.
Angel hear my plea.
Take my hand, lift me up so that I can fly with thee,
so that I can fly with thee.

And I'm waiting on an angel.
And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,
in my angel's arms.

So speak kind to a stranger, cause you'll never know, it just might be an angel come,
Oh- knockin' at your door, Oh- knockin' at your door.

And I'm waiting on an angel.
And I know it won't be long to find myself a resting place in my angel's arms,
Oh- in my angel's arms.

Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon, cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone,
don't want to go,
I don't want to go alone.

Ben Harper

2 Comments:

Blogger Grock said...

Joder, no sabes lo que he llorado con esta canción. La oía con respecto a la historia q una vez te conté, y peor -Walk Away-.

"sometimes, sometimes, you just have to walk away..."

martes, 14 marzo, 2006  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

"Angel came down
from heaven yesterday,
stayed with me just long enough
to rescue me....

And she told me a story yesterday;
about the sweet love
between the moon and the deep blue sea.

Then she spread her wings high over me.
She said,'I'll come back again to see you tomorrow....

And I said fly on, my sweet angel.
Fly on through the sky.
Fly on, my sweet angel.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side....

Sure enough,
this woman came home to me.
Silver wings silhouetted against a child's sunrise....

And my angel,
she said unto me,
'Today is the day for you to rise.'
take my hand, you're gonna be my mind,
and she took me high over yonder.....

And I said fly on, my sweet angel.
Fly on through the sky.
Fly on, my sweet angel.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side...."

No cal esperar. Els àngels ens envolten. Només s'ha de saber veure'ls...
(Sempre he tingut la sospita de que tu n'ets un...)
Aguanta, que queda poc. La primavera ja és aprop. No sents com ens crida?
Petonet

viernes, 17 marzo, 2006  

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