Love Wore A Halo (back Before The War) Lyrics by Griffith Nanci
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by Nanci GriffithHe owned a hotel on Jersey shoreShe made her living seeing the sailors door to doorHe was a small Hawaiian with a crooked smileBut he made her eyes light up like the heavens on the Fourth of JulyShe ran the numbers, they say she ran them cleanThose porcelain hands keep a ledger even in her sleevesWhile he worked the See-Bees in the PhillipinesThey say she made more money than you and I will ever seeChorus: Cause love was a magnet on the Jersey shore If you were looking for love boys, you could have found it in '44 Cause love wore a halo back before the war When the men loved the women And the women knew what men were forIt was in the winter when he came homeAnd he had to hold those porcelain hands just to keep her warmSo they had a daughter, her name was Stephanie AnneThey sent her off to Vasser to find herself a family manShe sold the hotel; it belongs to meAnd I watch those sailors come and go by the waves in the seaFrom the poor chaps in the honeymoon suiteAnd I hear them fishing their lives away in the Florida Keys
by Nanci GriffithHe owned a hotel on Jersey shoreShe made her living seeing the sailors door to doorHe was a small Hawaiian with a crooked smileBut he made her eyes light up like the heavens on the Fourth of JulyShe ran the numbers, they say she ran them cleanThose porcelain hands keep a ledger even in her sleevesWhile he worked the See-Bees in the PhillipinesThey say she made more money than you and I will ever seeChorus: Cause love was a magnet on the Jersey shore If you were looking for love boys, you could have found it in '44 Cause love wore a halo back before the war When the men loved the women And the women knew what men were forIt was in the winter when he came homeAnd he had to hold those porcelain hands just to keep her warmSo they had a daughter, her name was Stephanie AnneThey sent her off to Vasser to find herself a family manShe sold the hotel; it belongs to meAnd I watch those sailors come and go by the waves in the seaFrom the poor chaps in the honeymoon suiteAnd I hear them fishing their lives away in the Florida Keys