An empty altar and a front porch swingnBrings her back to where she's beennLight's go out with a final glancenAt the empty driveway and his working pantsnnOh oh AngelinenShe never cries herself to sleepnOh oh she has a smilenFor everyone that she meetsnOh oh oh AngelinenOh oh oh AngelinennSunday whispers she no longer hearsnOr the preacher's advice or the young man leersnOn the nights that bring her downnShe just irons her wedding gownnnOh oh AngelinenShe never cries herself to sleepnOh oh she has a smilenFor everyone that she meetsnOh oh oh AngelinenOh oh oh AngelinennThe house is sways from the gentlest breezenAnd brings her to her battered kneesnOh oh oh AngelinenOh oh oh AngelinennThe years appear like rust on a swingnAnd settle down on everythingnBut her photos are so young and brightnMaybe he'll be home tonightnnOh oh AngelinenShe never cries herself to sleepnOh oh she has a smilenFor everyone that she meetsnOh oh oh AngelinenOh oh oh Angeline