My Little Angel

My Little Angel - Four Lads

My little angel needs no harp

No applause when she sings

My little angel doesn't fly

Through the sky has no wings

Fanfares of trumpets may not

Blow just to show she's divine

For my little angel needs

No halo to match heaven's shine

I've heard tell that

Angels never leave the skies

But she must be an angel

There's heaven in her eyes

And speaking of angels

I admit I'm a bit starry eyed

For my little angel soon will

Walk down the isle as my bride

I've heard tell that

Angels never leave the skies

But she must be an angel

There's heaven in her eyes

And speaking of angels

I admit I'm a bit starry eyed

For my little angel soon will

Walk down the isle as my bride