Angel of the Morning Merrilee Rush and the Turnabouts (#7 in 1968)

There'll be no strings to bind your hands,
Not if my love can't bind your heart;
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start.
I see no need to take me home,
I'm old enough to face the dawn.
Just call me Angel of the Morning,
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby,
Just call me Angel of the Morning,
Then slowly turn away from me.
Maybe the sun's light will be dim,
And it won't matter anyhow;
If morning's echo says we've sinned,
Well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we're victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by the light.
I won't beg you to stay with me,
Though the tears of the day, of the years.
Baby, baby, baby, 
  repeat Chorus and fade