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.
