Little Angel there
sitting huddled in the chair
with golden locks
and eyes so blue
thy weeping heart
does not suit you.
Little Angel there
do not think I do not care
I see you are hurt
and dark with sorrow
take all the love and joy I have
it is here for you to borrow.
Little Angel there
my happiness is yours to share
now stand up tall
and spread your wings
cast away those salty tears
think no more of sorrowful things.
Little Angel there
sitting huddled in the chair
with golden locks
and eyes so blue
I'll chase away your sadness
I am always here for you.
©spor
