Bruce Donnola: Music

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Cripplegate Angel

Sweet northern comfort,

Come cover me in roses;

I caught me an angel

On the way to Cripplegate.

She's got a touch can heal me good,

She makes the blind see things they should;

Her house is where I long to be,

Sacred hours of just her and me.

I brought some whiskey

And I brought my rosewood twelve-string,

And fresh rosemary

In a basket made of twigs.

She’s got a way that sets me right,

Brilliant sun or candlelight.

When whispered words turn silhouette,

She tells me summer’s not over yet.

If there be wisdom

This early in the morning

Well, I'm sure to lose it

By the middle of the afternoon.

So now before it gets too late

I'm gonna get on back to Cripplegate,

North is the place that keeps me whole

Beautiful angel, lift my soul.