Burning through the hours,
While my angel sweetly sleeps
In these misty morning showers,
When the fairy floating weeps…

For those little yellow dancing lights,
Fireflies flitting forth from ferns
And a dark blue blanket, beautiful sights,
But my angel sleeps, as the sandglass turns

And as the vapors rise up, white
And flowers bloom in a hundred shades
As rushing comes the morning light
And the darkness all but fades….

My Angel, sweet, asleep, unknowing
A little secret smile on her lips, so pure
I sit and gaze, at her beautiful face, knowing
That I could do it for all eternity, for sure…