Mott the Hoople - Angel of eighth avenue

The ^Awillow in the ^Gwind is gently ^Dweeping No ^Acity lights to^Gnight for she is ^Dsleeping But ^Ain a little ^Dwhile she will a^Gwake and gently ^Asmile

My ^Dangel of Eighth ^GAvenue, Manhattan ^Emmorning^{A D} [Verse 2] ^ASomewhere a siren ^Gsounds and she is ^Dturning ^AShe moves my arm a^Ground 'cause she ^Dis burning ^AShe has so much to ^Dgive but so ^Glittle time to ^Alive

My ^Dangel of Eighth ^GAvenue, Manhattan ^Emmorning^{A D} [Instrumental] A G D A G D

^AAs I look down the ^Gstreets are slowly ^Dforming And the ^Aladies of the ^Gnight have start per^Dforming And the ^Atrash-collectors ^Ghorn salutes the ^Ddawning And ^Asoon the workward ^Gbound will they wake ^Dup yawning And ^Asoft warm hands be^Ghind that ^Dgive no warning ^ATell me, for ^Gjust one hour have ^DI been learning ^AI have so much to ^Dsay but so ^Glittle time to ^Astay

With my ^Dangel of Eighth ^GAvenue, Man^Emhattan morning^{A D} With my ^Dangel of Eighth ^GAvenue, Man^Emhattan morning^{A D}