ANGEL OF THE MORNING

Angel of the Morning is neither particularly memorable nor musically sophisticated.  However, Merrilee Rush's version made it to the top 10 in the summer of 1968, and is etched deep in my mind because that was a time of great changes - graduation from college, being drafted and heading off to Civilian Public Service, being in love and engaged to be married, and spending my last summer in Goshen working at the college before heading off to Denver.  As the "broomers" worked around the campus, particularly painting dorm rooms in Westlawn, we heard Angel of the Morning many times per day and every day of the week.  This is a song that takes me back to 68, and it would be great to hear of songs that take you back.

They'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
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darlin'