(M. G. Greaves)      Frank loved the blue   Big open skies   Played an old concertina   Singing loola lullabies   Frank loved an angel   With black Spanish eyes   And a smile to remind him of heaven      Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned   Scared of his shadow he's bleached to the bone   Washed in the tears for a love that lays dying   Wings have a habit of flying      Singer and waitress he worked in saloons   Between big red sunsets big yellow moons   Tears in his eyes stones in his shoes   Howling Wolf in his blues      Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned   Scared of his shadow he's bleached to the bone   Washed in the tears for a love that lays dying   Wings have a habit of flying      Oooh tears in his eyes stones in his shoes   Howling Wolf in his blues