Yesterday´s Newspapers Forecasts no Rain For Today Yesterday´s News Was Old News, the Skies Are All Grey Winter´s in Labor and Soon Will Give Birth to the Spring And Sprinkle the Meadows With Flowers For My Angeline. Heartache and Sorrow and Sadness Unendingly Find Wings On a Mem´ry and With Them She Flies to My Mind She Stretched Her Arms For a Moment, Then Went Back to Sleep While Morning Stood Watching Me Ever So Silently Weak. She Opened Her Eyes, Lord, the Minute My Feet Touched the Floor The Cold Hard-wood Creaked With Each Step That I Made to the Door Then I Turned to Her Gently and Said, "Hon, Just Look, It Is Spring" Knowing Outside the Window, the Winter Looked For Angeline. But Yesterday´s Newspaper Forecast no Rain For Today, But Yesterday´s News Is Old News the Skies Are All Grey