I Love You, Angela

{Em}I have named my gui{B7}tar Angel{Em}ina,

And I {Am}play her each {B7}night to the {Em}stars,

Un{Am}til too much {B7}dreaming of {Am}Angela

Takes {Em}me without {B7}hope to the {Em}bars.

{Refrain}

I had spent too much {B7}time in New {Em}Orleans

And on {Am}roads and the {B7}seas of the {Em}world

To {Am}think that much {B7}then could {Am}be new to me,

But {Em}new was my {B7}love for this {Em}girl.

{Refrain}

She moved with a {B7}grace of light {Em}motion,

{Am}Slowly as {B7}violets grow {Em}sweet,

From her {Am}forehead, bright {B7}shining in {Am}peacefulness,

To the {Em}heels of her {B7}small narrow {Em}feet.

{Refrain}

Her dark hair was {B7}filled with light {Em}breezes,

Like {Am}clover in {B7}fields of wars {Em}led.

She {Am}brushed it back {B7}soft with her {Am}fingers,

From her {Em}cheek as the {B7}bar music {Em}played.

{Refrain}

Her hands were as {B7}white as a {Em}snowflake

And {Am}smaller than {B7}rain as one {Em}said,

Her {Am}small upper {B7}lip a light {Am}wisp of a cloud

As she {Em}smiled tilting {B7}back her small {Em}head.

{Refrain}

She spoke with a {B7}quiet depth, {Em}warbling.

One could {Am}hardly {B7}hear her voice {Em}speak.

She {Am}carried a {B7}lightness with{Am}in her so bright,

In the {Em}noon sun she’d {B7}light up the {Em}street.

{Refrain}

Her breast was as {B7}clear as a {Em}small roe’s chest.

Her {Am}bones were more {B7}light than a {Em}bird’s.

In a {Am}grace of light {B7}motion, she {Am}could tell us all

Far {Em}more than we {B7}try with our {Em}words.

{Refrain}

Her eyes were more {B7}deep than the {Em}oceans,

And {Am}blue as the {B7}sky’s light at {Em}dusk.

I {Am}knew what she {B7}was when I {Am}saw Angela,

An {Em}angel too {B7}close to my {Em}dust.

{Refrain}

In Spanish some {B7}call her Be{Em}linda.

In {Am}Greek she led {B7}Helen to {Em}Troy.

She was {Am}Dante’s high {B7}flight and {Am}Petrarch’s delight,

And Boc{Em}caccio’s {B7}plague was her {Em}ploy.

{Refrain}

So she flew too {B7}high to stay {Em}with me, I guess,

Though I {Am}told her what {B7}she was to {Em}me.

{Am}I, for my{B7}self, took to {Am}singing in streets,

Of the {Em}beauty to {B7}me she set {Em}free.

{Refrain}

I have named my gui{B7}tar Angel{Em}ina,

And I {Am}play her each {B7}day to the {Em}sun,

Un{Am}til enough {B7}dreaming of {Am}Angela

Reminds {Em}me of the {B7}hope of the {Em}run.

{Refrain:}  Like sunlight in {Am}morning, my {Em}love is for {B7}Angel{Em}la.

{B7}I love you, {Am}Ange{Em}la. {This verse not vocalized until repeated at the end.}