An empty altar and a front porch swing
Brings her back to where she's been
Light's go out with a final glance
At the empty driveway and his working pants
Oh oh Angeline
She never cries herself to sleep
Oh oh she has a smile
For everyone that she meets
Oh oh oh Angeline
Oh oh oh Angeline
Sunday whispers she no longer hears
Or the preacher's advice or the young man leers
On the nights that bring her down
She just irons her wedding gown
Oh oh Angeline
She never cries herself to sleep
Oh oh she has a smile
For everyone that she meets
Oh oh oh Angeline
Oh oh oh Angeline
The house is sways from the gentlest breeze
And brings her to her battered knees
Oh oh oh Angeline
Oh oh oh Angeline
The years appear like rust on a swing
And settle down on everything
But her photos are so young and bright
Maybe he'll be home tonight
Oh oh Angeline
She never cries herself to sleep
Oh oh she has a smile
For everyone that she meets
Oh oh oh Angeline
Oh oh oh Angeline