Oh, praise be
To all things holy
Like weathered hands and chocolate ice cream
And I don't need Heaven to know God is real
'Cause I've the love of an angel
And when I was born
You said "God is real"
"He's blessed us with an angel"
We all say
Oh, praise be
To all things holy
For peace, and love, and longevity
I know you love me still
Though your feathers have gone and greyed
Though your heart just don't beat the same
Oh, praise be
To all things holy
Like grey hairs and soft-speaking
'Cause you're an angel to me