di Wyman

ROLLING STONES

In another land
Where the breeze and the trees and the flowers were blue
I stood and held your hand
And the grass grew high and the feathers floated by
I stood and held your hand

And nobody else’s hand will ever do
Nobody else will do

Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke?
Much to my surprise
I opened my eyes

We walked across the sand
And the sea and the sky and the castles were blue
I stood and held your hand
And the spray flew high and the feathers floated by
I stood and held your hand

And nobody else’s hand will ever do
Nobody else will do

Then I awoke
Was this some kind of joke?
Much to my surprise
When I opened my eyes

We heard the trumpets blow
And the sky turned red when I accidently said
That I didn’t know
How I came to be here, not fast asleep in bed
I stood and held your hand…

di Bono, Clyton, Mullen, Howell Evans

U2

It was a cold and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound
Of an angel

New York, like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city belongs to me
Angel

Soul love, this love won’t let me go
So long, angel of Harlem

Birdland on fifty-three
The street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a love supreme
Miles, and she’s got to be an angel

Lady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies
Angel

Soul love, this love won’t let me go
So long, angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem

She says it’s heart, heart and soul
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (right now)

Blue light on the avenue
God knows they got to you
An empty glass, the lady sings
Eyes swollen like a bee sting

Blinded you lost your way
Through the side streets and the alleyway
Like a star exploding in the night
Falling to the city in broad daylight…