Beth Hirsch - Mary The Angel Lyrics

On tuesdays mornings you’d wake her up Take the firty clothes And be on your way In the afternoons When she got home You’d share a snack And talk about the day You’d fry chicken At her birthday party For that alone They would’ve stayed To the little girl You were her greatest present To other kids you were just The maid If angels can fly Then you can fly If angels can fly Then you’d... Go with her to your neighborhood To play with children door to door Unaware of heat between your colors Eternal war of man rich and poor And home there was no home With you she¡®d run away You said your mum and dad They love you so¡° And gentle strength convinced the girl Then you can fly If angels can fly Then you’d... When you had a stroke on That summer’s night The teenage girl nearly Thought you died She wanted bad to wake you up.... Then you can fly If angels can fly Then you can... Beth Hirsch Lyrics Mary The Angel Lyrics