Emilian, lille skatt

Mommy, I wish I could stay
just like I heard you pray
But all the angels did cry
when they told little me to say goodbye

Up here no trouble do I see
And the pretty angels sing to me
The streets of gold is where I play
You'll come here too, mommy, someday

Until the day you join me here
I'll love you, mommy dear
Each breeze you feel and see
brings a kiss and love from me

Love