LITTLEST ANGEL, THE
(Mack David / Simon Rady)

as recorded by The McGuire Sisters
1955


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 worth,
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 heard that the Holy Child
Would be born in Bethlehem,
And they all brought presents for the Holy Child,
And each gift was a heavenly gem!

Then the littlest angel put his little box
Near the presents fine and rare,
And the littlest angel sat alone and cried,
For his gift was so meagre and bare!

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 a child had blessed with love,
And it started glowing on that very night,
It became a 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.




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - October 2017)