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Dear God,
how old I be,
when the angel in
black will come for me?

what will he say,
when I ask
for one more day?
Just another day...
Just another day...

My life, my love
sitting beside,
face wrung out in tears,
that she can't bear to hide

Another moment I'll ask,
and none left to live,
I'll beg and plead,
for another moment to give.

Dear God,
how old I be,
when the angel in
black will come for me?

what will he say,
when I ask
for one more day?
Just another day...
Just another day...

My son so old now,
walking away,
ball glove in hand,
with no one to play

Growing up sooner,
than he deserves
the leader of the house
now,
with three mouths to serve

Dear God,
how old I be,
when the angel in
black will come for me?

what will he say,
when I ask
for one more day?
Just another day...
Just another day...

Those pretty young girls,
the pride of our lives
When will I see the day,
they become somebody's wives?

No grand-babies to hold
when my time has come.
No faces to compare,
for I won't be there.

All the things I regret,
I haven't done,
with my girls, my wife,
and my handsome son.

The time wasted
and lost on all those shows

When the angel comes...

'will it be another day?'

No one? not even 1? Too many empty hearts here