The Littlest Angel - Bing Crosby (本·考斯比)

Let me tell you a tale that is often told

In the great Celestial Hall

All about an angel only four years old

The littlest angel of all

How all day he would play with a little box

That to others had no words

Oh but there were treasures in this little box

The treasures he brought from Earth

Just a butterfly with golden wings

A little piece of a hollow log

Two shiny stones from a river bank

And the worn out strap of his faithful dog

Then the angels all heard that the holy child

Would be born in Bethlehem

And they all brought present for the holy child

And each gift was a heavenly gem

Then the littlest angel put his little box

With the presents fine and wrapped

And the littlest angel sat alone and cried

For his gift was so meager and bad

Just a butterfly with golden wings

A little piece of a hollow log

Two shiny stones from a river bank

And the worn out strap of his faithful dog

But the Lord chose the gift of the little box

That the child had blessed with love

And it started glowing that very night

It became the star up above

When you see that star as it shines on high

In the great Celestial Hall

You will know the proudest angel in the sky

Is the littlest angel of all

With his butterfly with golden wings

A little piece of a hollow log

Two shiny stones from a river bank

And the worn out strap of his faithful dog