Passing Fancy - Vaughn Monroe

Your momma never told you

How you were 'sposed to treat a girl.

Your poppa never told you and

Now you’re all alone out in the world.

Sirens are screaming

Inside the winding sheets are pale.

Devils are dreaming

Dreaming of the blue angel.

Now I lay me down to sleep

But troubled dreams are all I find.

Pray the Lord my soul to keep

Pray so I won’t lose my mind.

Streetlights come streaming

On wings tonight, I’ll soon set sail.

Devils are dreaming

Dreaming of a blue angel.

Your momma’s going to take it hard

You always were your momma’s boy.

Your laying in the graveyard

Now you’re not your momma’s joy.

Silence is screaming

I’ll bat an eye and cast my spell.

Devils are dreaming

Dreaming of a blue angel.

Devils are dreaming

Dreaming of a blue angel.

Dreaming of a blue angel.

Dreaming of a blue angel.