The guardian angel

An angel bright and holy

God has sent from high

To watch thee, my sweet baby,

With kind and loving eye.

Children's simple little pray'rs

He reveres and he blesses,

And when they're good he covers them

With his holy kisses.

He'll remain with thee all day

Bending gently o'er thee

And he'll spread his silver wings

Lovingly before thee.

He will wipe the tears away

From my darling's brown eyes,

He will watch her tenderly

All the night till sunrise.

He will waft thy little pray'r

That no harm betide thee,

Straight to God's white throne above

Where he will surely guide thee.

He will send thee dreams, my babe,

Sweet dreams of pretty things,

Dreams of pretty Christmas gifts

Hidden 'neath his wings.