Roadside Angel - Julia Fordham

From the south side of Chicago

On woodland avenue

The youngest of eight children

With a voice that soared and soothed

Singing at the Lincoln center

The church a block away

Like a perfect angel

As the red sanders band played

She said baby

Can we just go some place warm

And stay there 'til the baby’s born

I’ll be your roadside angel

And walk with you through life

She was his roadside angel

He was her guiding light

They drove south from New York city

To Gainesville, Florida

And settled for two summers

There with Marc and Maya

He loved her from the moment he saw her

At the top of the electric theatre stairs

Wrapped in his loving arms she lay

Listening to Stevie she flew away

She flew away