Each night I meant to say I missed her through the day
|
But I'd forget it I never said it
|
I'd pass the flower shop Lord knows I meant to stop
|
But I'd say tomorrow perhaps tomorrow
|
|
Tomorrow there'd be time
|
There'd always be another spring
|
Time to make her laughter ring
|
Time to give her everything
|
|
For my Angelica, my Angelica
|
There's so much you never knew
|
So much I always meant to say and do for you, for you
|
Angelica
|
|
And then the cold winds came
|
And when I spoke her name
|
And held her near me
|
She couldn't hear me
|
|
The shadow had been cast
|
Too many springs had passed
|
For Angelica sweet Angelica
|
Now in my silent room I tend the flowers that I'd buy
|
As they slowly fade and die
|
Watered by the tears I cry
|
|
For my Angelica, my Angelica
|
There's so much you never knew
|
So much I always meant to say and do for you, for you
|
Angelica, Angelica, Angelica
|
|
-----------------
|
Angelica
|
| Gene Pitney |
