Mrs Adlam's Angels

Mrs Adlam's Angels - Ralph McTell

Sundays as a rule us kids went to Sunday School

And Mrs Adlam said angels stood round our bed

To keep us safe from dark right through to day begun

And we used to lie awake just to try to see one

And though we never saw one anywhere

We heard them softly singing in the air

Sundays occasionally we were invited back for tea

And bread with jam and cream made Sundays seem a dream

In the dingy mission hall Mrs Adlam praying

And down the street back home all our mates were playing

With Mrs Adlam's angels everywhere

And we thought we saw a halo in her hair

Sundays for sure ain't like that anymore

It's getting hard for me to see her face in front of me

I wonder if her angels have their arms around her curled

Keeping her safe from life and guarding her from the world

On a summer Sunday evening do I dare

To hear Mrs Adlam's angels in the air