The Angelina Story
Oh wee Angelina from on high,
celestial messenger from the twinkling sky,
with you in heart our spirits fly.
Ever watching from your place upstairs,
as clouds gently pillow you there,
your sweet soprano voice sings,
of ancient and otherworldly things.
Seraphs and rockers from all the ages,
are but a few who give you praises.
Guiding us by your haloed crown,
as light sparkles off your gown,
near you we are always home.
