Angel Of Eighth Avenue Lyrics - Singles - Mott The Hoople

The willow in the wind is gently weeping 

No city lights tonight for she is sleeping 

But in a little while she will awake and gently smile 

My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning 

Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning 

She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning 

She has so much to give but so little time to live 

My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning 

As I look down the streets are slowly forming 

And the ladies of the night have start performing 

And the trash-collectors horn, salutes the dawning 

And soon the work ward bound will they wake up yawning 

And soft warm hands behind that give no warning 

Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning 

I have so much to say but so little time to stay 

With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning 

With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning