rest your cheek on linen
and slowly close your eyes
fold your wings around you
with the sound of angel sighs

let me tell you stories
of castles, knights and kings
dragons killed and glory won
and the truth that honor brings

smile for me with sleepy gaze
and let me touch your hair
I'll wonder at its orange-blond shade
and your porcelain skin so fair

dream of all that you could be
when your angel wings are grown
and someday you will see yourself
what I have always known

For you are just a cherub now
with a sweet and innocent face
but I promise you that someday soon
you'll grow in courage and grace

And when the day has finally come
to open your wings and fly
I'll pray I've done the best for you
and tearfully wave goodbye.