Wings of an angel — Bloomfield Mike

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Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 08:04:13 +0100 From: Franz Schedl <[email protected]> Subject: Mike Bloomfield

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