A child was born one summer night
with golden hair and eyes so bright
We dressed her in velvet, ribbon and lace
cause she was our little Angel face.
At two years old she made us laugh
trying to sing with the phonograph
The little things she'd say and do
brought tears of joy, like the mornin'dew
At ten years old she was such a delight
Angel face...in a verbal fight.
Her voice was soft but expressive, you see,
and I thanked God He gave her to me
At twenty-two she met a young man...
After a while, he asked for her hand
A child was born one winter's night
hair of gold and eyes so bright
As her grandma, I feel so proud...
In reverence, I admire what God's allowed
We dress her in velvet, ribbon and lace...
cause she's out little Angel face.