Angelica - Gene Pitney

Each night I meant to say I missed her through the day

But I’d forget it I never said it

I’d pass the flower shop Lord knows I meant to stop

But I’d say tomorrow perhaps tomorrow

Tomorrow there’d be time

There’d always be another spring

Time to make her laughter ring

Time to give her everything

For my Angelica, my Angelica

There’s so much you never knew

So much I always meant to say and do for you, for you

Angelica

And then the cold winds came

And when I spoke her name

And held her near me

She couldn’t hear me

The shadow had been cast

Too many springs had passed

For Angelica sweet Angelica

Now in my silent room I tend the flowers that I’d buy

As they slowly fade and die

Watered by the tears I cry

For my Angelica, my Angelica

There’s so much you never knew

So much I always meant to say and do for you, for you

Angelica, Angelica, Angelica