there’ll be no strings to bind your hands
not if my love can’t bind your heart
and there’s no need to take a stand
for it was i who chose to start
i see no reason to take me home
i’m old enough to face the dawn
just call me angel of the morning angel
just touch my cheek before you leave me baby
just call me angel of the morning angel
then slowly turn away from me
maybe the sun’s light will be dim
and it won’t matter anyhow
if morning’s echo says we’ve sinned
well it was what i wanted now
and if we’re the victims of the night
i won’t be blinded by light
just call me angel of the morning angel
just touch my cheek before you leave me baby
just call me angel of the morning angel
then slowly turn away
i won’t beg you to stay with me
through the tears of the day
of the years baby baby
just call me angel of the morning angel
just touch my cheek before you leave me baby
just call me angel of the morning angel
just touch my cheek before you leave me baby
Artist: Merrilee Rush The Turnabouts
Year: 1968
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 94