The Angelina Story
Oh Angelina from on high,
celestial messenger from the twinkling sky.
All that have heard your carols do sing your praises,
Seraph and rock from ancient times,
ever keeping watch from your place upstairs,
a cloud of feathers pillows you there.
Silvered golden wings,
sweet soprano voiced spirit with
metallic golden hair.
Sparkling stones shine on your gown,
guiding us in the dark of night or light of day,
you bring us always safely home.
