St. Children's Choir

Angels in the doorway

I hear their little feet

The drummer boy is playing

And they're marching to his beat

Angels in the attic

Playing trains and playing dolls

I hear their little whispers

Through the floorboards and the walls

Candle shimmers on window frost

O forgotten ones of this world lost

Each little light seen in the dark

I think of them with every spark

Angels in the fire

Apparitions in the flames

Their voices up the chimneys

In the sky I see their names

These angels walk among us

But in summer they are gone

They return in winter's nighttime

And they vanish before dawn

Candle shimmers on window frost

O forgotten ones of this world lost

Each little light seen in the dark

I think of them with every spark

Each little light seen in the dark

I think of them with every spark