Gabrielle

The Count they said his heart was cold
They rumoured he'd sold his very soul
Now he steps outside
And the tavern's not so unkind
He sees her in the market square
Eyeing foxcubs for her hair
His library was locked since 1910
But now he reads there once again
He thumbs through faded script
Romantic verse and sharpest quips
Would like to be a saner man
With clearer eyes and steady hands
Angel, angel, ah
Angel, angel, ah
Angel, angel, ah
Angel, angel
Often wondered at these deeds
Those young men fell upon their knees
He'd gladly pledge allegiance to
The very devil if he wanted you
Angel, angel, ah
Angel, angel, ah
Angel, angel, ah
Angel, angel