| Song | Waltzing With the Angels |
| Artist | Nanci Griffith |
| Album | Poet in My Window |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Griffith | |
| She's just a hill country girl home from the city | |
| Her pocket's full of plenty of those neon lights | |
| And her mother's smile shines on her youngest child | |
| Though she is just a barroom singer | |
| with her father's eyes | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he's waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| It's a harvest moon when she's home to count her blessings | |
| She's saved that love from passing | |
| Though it's now ten years gone by | |
| He is buried in these hills, folded all around her | |
| It still's a heart of hunger with his memories inside | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he's waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| In the mornin' she'll move on 'cause it's April on the wing | |
| It put's feathers on her strings and her voice will fly | |
| But that necklace of gold | |
| She wears of his protects her soul | |
| From the barroom brawls and the late night drinkers | |
| When the devil's passin' by | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he's waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| They will be waltzin' with the angels tonight |
| zuo ci : Griffith | |
| She' s just a hill country girl home from the city | |
| Her pocket' s full of plenty of those neon lights | |
| And her mother' s smile shines on her youngest child | |
| Though she is just a barroom singer | |
| with her father' s eyes | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he' s waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| It' s a harvest moon when she' s home to count her blessings | |
| She' s saved that love from passing | |
| Though it' s now ten years gone by | |
| He is buried in these hills, folded all around her | |
| It still' s a heart of hunger with his memories inside | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he' s waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| In the mornin' she' ll move on ' cause it' s April on the wing | |
| It put' s feathers on her strings and her voice will fly | |
| But that necklace of gold | |
| She wears of his protects her soul | |
| From the barroom brawls and the late night drinkers | |
| When the devil' s passin' by | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he' s waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| They will be waltzin' with the angels tonight |
| zuò cí : Griffith | |
| She' s just a hill country girl home from the city | |
| Her pocket' s full of plenty of those neon lights | |
| And her mother' s smile shines on her youngest child | |
| Though she is just a barroom singer | |
| with her father' s eyes | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he' s waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| It' s a harvest moon when she' s home to count her blessings | |
| She' s saved that love from passing | |
| Though it' s now ten years gone by | |
| He is buried in these hills, folded all around her | |
| It still' s a heart of hunger with his memories inside | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he' s waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| In the mornin' she' ll move on ' cause it' s April on the wing | |
| It put' s feathers on her strings and her voice will fly | |
| But that necklace of gold | |
| She wears of his protects her soul | |
| From the barroom brawls and the late night drinkers | |
| When the devil' s passin' by | |
| The city streets are harder understandin' | |
| It would be easy for the devil to pass by | |
| But she can close her eyes and dream about | |
| the country boy | |
| Chain of gold and a lullaby | |
| Because he' s waltzin' with the angels tonight | |
| They will be waltzin' with the angels tonight |