Oh little girl! How I tell you
The heaven is so beautiful!
With you in my sight, all look so wonderful
Through the clouds I see you in your hour of leisure
Still looking at my photographs, the ones you treasure
Your smile still treats me up above here
The most enchanting of all things dear;
And everynight, when the winds go 'cross your hair
I ask them to whisper in your ears
If Gods grant my wish and I have you near
You'll have your angel there before you disappear!