• Here are the words of my unending love,
    To my sweet baby whom I said good-bye,
    Look at her now-- How she flies like a dove!
    Oh, but my God, why did she have to die?

    But it seemed you were only an infant,
    I recall holding you when you were born,
    I think back, you were sweet and innocent,
    And now it is upon you that i mourn.

    I call to mind giving you one last kiss,
    You were still warm, not in the least bit cold.
    As I looked at your face, I knew I'd miss
    Your bright smile, that hadn't gotten too old.

    So fly on, my sweet Angel, fly, fly, fly!
    Fly up to Heaven, 'til morning on high!