Comfort of her wings.
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There¡¯s a place they call The Bottom,
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and friends!: I¡¯ve been there once or twice.
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It¡¯s dark down there and lonely,
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and something¡¯s missin¡¯ in your life.
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Tonight I thought I¡¯d had enough,
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when I heard a voice said: ¡± Don¡¯t give up!¡±
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That whisper had an old familiar ring;
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I didn¡¯t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.
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Daddy always called her angel,
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I never knew the reason why.
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I was looking for a halo;
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he was looking in her eye.
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She was always there to guide me
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with all the love a gentle hand could bring.
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I didn¡¯t see the angel,
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but I felt the comfort of her wing.
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Now I¡¯m looking back in time
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to a young man stumbling through the kitchen door.
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How Mama kept on praying
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when she couldn¡¯t tell me nothing any more.
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I woke up in my bed again,
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I guess she must have tucked me in;
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I can¡¯t remember much of any thing.
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I didn¡¯t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.
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Daddy always called her angel,
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I never knew the reason why.
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I was looking for a halo;
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he was looking in her eye.
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She was always there to guide me
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with all the love a gentle hand could bring.
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I didn¡¯t see the angel,
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but I felt the comfort of her wing.
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Now that¡¯s why Lord made her an angel.
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I feel the comfort of her wing¡¦.
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Comfort Of Her Wings.
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| Charley Pride |
