Sunday 3rd June
.
Far and away up high
In the big, blue sky
My Angel does fly
.
Looking up, I sigh
Always asking why
Tears fall from my eye
.
Dreaming you’re nearby
Trying not to cry
Darling sweetie pie
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Sunday 3rd June
.
Far and away up high
In the big, blue sky
My Angel does fly
.
Looking up, I sigh
Always asking why
Tears fall from my eye
.
Dreaming you’re nearby
Trying not to cry
Darling sweetie pie
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx