From the south side of Chicago   On Woodland Avenue   The youngest of eight children   With a voice that soared and soothed      Singing at the Lincoln Center   The church a block away   Like a perfect angel   As the Red Sanders Band played      She said, "Baby, can we just go some place warm   And stay there 'til the baby's born?   I'll be your roadside angel and walk with you through life"   She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light      They drove south from New York City   To Gainesville, Florida   Settled for two summers   There with Marc and Maya      She said, "Baby, can we just go some place warm   And stay there 'til the baby's born?   I'll be your roadside angel and walk with you through life"   She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light      He loved her from the moment he saw her   At the top of the electric theater stairs   Wrapped in his loving arms she lay   Listening to Stevie, she flew away, she flew away      Baby, can we just go some place warm   And stay there 'til the baby's born?   I'll be your roadside angel and walk with you through life   She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light   She was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light