Down in the valley where the wild winds blow
They say a lady died when the moon cast it's glow
A angel in white comes walking real slow
Her hands all wrapped in velvet
She goes down where the water flows
Her hair is black as raven
Skin so pearly white
A fair maiden never walks alone in the pale moon night
Her voice cries often where has my lover gone
Took off down the river left me here alone
Cry cry the angels cry
Come meet me by the whillow whispered in her ear
She waited there so patiently but he never did appear
She heard the horses gallup
And the words the rider said
Your true love has been taken to hang by the river bed
Cry cry the angels cry
Why has thou forsaken me she cried out thru the night
Grabbed a silver dagger it was there she took her life
SOLO
Now she wanders thru thr valley crying out his name
Searching for her lovers ghost but only in vain
For he never died that night still she'll never knoiw
With her hands all wrapped in velvet
She goes down where the water flows
Cry cry the angels cry
From Chris Hillman "Like A Hurricane"