The Garden Angel
A little girl of six years old
Sits on the garden swing
A mockingbird that's passing by
Stops to listen to her sing
Her voice sounds like an angel
Singing praises to the Lord
The voice of this garden angel
Just could not be ignored
The mockingbird would stop each day
To listen to her song
'Til one day the garden was quiet
And the little girl was gone
Days went by that turned to weeks
But the angel could not be found
The mockingbird would whistle her songs
Trying to hear the angel's sound
The mockingbird would sing her songs
Not knowing the girl had died
And when her mother heard him sing
The garden's where she cried
Though there's no more garden angel
Sitting on the garden swing
She's somewhere up in Heaven
Where the angels hear her sing
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