And always wrap my arms around a little Angel bear. Now I have a little boy, who hates to sleep at night. He often cries out for me, from dreams filled with fright. And I tell him stories, and tuck him in with care. And always wrap his arms around a little Angel bear.
Life is often cruel, and sometimes it plays tricks.
I find my calling him, cause I am awful sick. And he tells me stories, and tucks me in with care. He always wraps my arms around his little Angel bear. Time has gone by, and my boy is now a man. He's the one here holding, a scared and trembling hand.