My Guardian Angel is very small,
No bigger than my thumb,
She flies around on wings of lace,
And sings the songs of old,
She sings,
The songs I still recall.

Although she may not always be there,
She’s always close at hand,
Beyond my reach, within my sight,
She comes in hours of need,
She comes,
With guidance harsh and fair.

My Guardian Angel is an honest soul,
No lies to pass her lips,
But secrets to preserve the peace,
In which each day we live,
The peace,
Which none control.

And day by day, she’s flying round,
My life in every way,
To see things stay just as they are,
As days go by,
They are,
In richer pastures found.

My Guardian Angel is very small,
No bigger than my thumb,
She flies around on wings of lace,
And sings the songs of old,
She sings,
The songs I still recall.

(c) Paul Ferry 2004 & 2021