Texty:
Williams Hank The Angel Of Death

you'll be laid beneath the cold clay The angel of death will come from the sky And claim your poor soul when the time comes to die When the angel of death

be laid beneath the cold clay The angel of death will come from the sky And claim your poor soul when the time comes to die. [Chorus] When the angel of death

Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the

faded bad And as the angel of death took his last breath There's standing by me in the picture I could see old Frank and it was sign of death