**Fascinating stuff, I heard this tune, while doing the dishes, on CBC’s Vinyl tap(!).  I usually cast a jaundiced eye toward shows centred around pop music and what not, but Saturday evenings, the choices available of good non-commerical radio is notoriously thin.

**So, dishes with the ‘Tap’ it was.

**And a quick trip through the neural wiring that constitutes my memory.  Listening to this with my Mom in the car or at home on the radio… her gentle reassuring presence.  These darn songs can bring back such vivid memories.  I’ll be posting this to her facebook wall to see if she remembers as well. :)


“There’ll be no strings to bind your hands
not if my love can’t bind your heart.
And there’s no need to take a stand
for it was I who chose to start.
I see no need to take me home,
I’m old enough to face the dawn.

Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
then slowly turn away from me.

Maybe the sun’s light will be dim
and it won’t matter anyhow.
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned,
well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we’re the victims of the night,
I won’t be blinded by light.

Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
then slowly turn away,
I won’t beg you to stay with me
through the tears of the day,
of the years, baby baby baby.
Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.”

**

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