| Dm | |
| Each night I meant to say I missed her through the day |
| C | Dm | |
| But I'd for | get it I never | said it |
| I'd pass the flower shop Lord knows I meant to stop |
| C | Dm | |
| But I'd say to | morrow perhaps to | morrow |
| Gm | |
| To | morrow there'd be time |
| Am | Dm | |
| There'd always be a | nother spring |
| Gm | |
| Time to make her laughter ring |
| A | A7 | |
| Time to give her | everything |
| Chorus: |
| D | G | A | D | |
| For my | Ange | lica, | my Ange | lica |
| G | |
| There's so much you never knew |
| F#m | G | F#m | G | |
| So much I always meant to say and | do for y | ou, for | you |
| D | C | Bb | A7 | Dm | |
| Ange | lica |
| 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 |
| Chorus |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |