Evangeline, Evangeline The angel of the morning is here And now the summer is over and we're all a little colder We'll get by Evangeline, Evangeline It was ment...

The wheels of life keep turning, Spinning without control; The wheels of the heart keep yearning, For the sound of the singing soul And nights are full with wee...

Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves There is work to do before we say good-bye And who can see them turning to the face of love? Though I hear them pl...