Mrs. Adlam's Angels (Brian Bower?) Sundays as a rule, us kids went to Sunday school And Mrs. Adlam's said, angels stood by our bed To keep us safe from dark, right through to days begun We used to to lie awake, just to try and see one And though we never saw one anywhere We heard them softly sing, in the air Sundays occationaly, we were invited back for tea And bread with jam and cream, made sundays seam a dream And in the dim musician hall, Mrs. Adlam playing n the cold ocean floor.ne hundred men were drowned in t With Mrs.Adlam's angels everywhere And we thought we saw a halo in her hair Sundays for sure, aren't like that any more It's getting hard for me, to see her face in front of me I wonder if her angels have their arms around here curled They're keeping her safe from harm, protecting her from the world One a summer sunday evening, do I dare Hear Mrs. Adlam's angels in the air? BX OCT98
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