Mrs Adlam's Angels - Ralph McTell

Sundays, as a rule

Us kids went to Sunday School

And Mrs. Adlam said

Angels stood round our bed

To keep us safe from dark

Right through till day begun

And we used to lie awake

Just to try to see one

And though we never saw one anywhere

We heard them softly singing in the air

Sundays occasionally

We were invited back for tea

And bread with jam and cream

Made Sundays seem a dream

In the dingy mission hall

Mrs. Adlam praying

And down the street back home

All our mates were playing

With Mrs. Adlam’s angels everywhere

And we thought we saw a halo in her hair

Sundays, for sure

Ain’t like that anymore

It’s getting hard for me

To see her face in front of me

I wonder if her angels

Have their arms around her curled

Keeping her safe from life

And guarding her from the world

On a summer Sunday evening do I dare

To hear Mrs. Adlam’s angels in the air