Listen up, my little glory,
while I tell you the story,
of just how you became mine.
Up near Cloud Seven
sits a place called Heaven
where angels work overtime.
A few followed me one day,
ruthlessly, I'd say,
and one got into my head.
I tried to shake her out
but she just began to shout,
and here is what she said:
"There's a baby far from here
who belongs with you, my dear.
Go and bring her home.
She's a gift from God above,
made just for you, with Love,
so you won't be alone."
So I took the angel's advice
and I didn't think twice,
as I boarded a giant plane.
I flew a whole day through,
and then a whole night, too,
and I'd do it all again.
For when the plane landed,
to me, a baby was handed,
and it was a dream come true.
Wrapped up nice and cozy,
your cheeks all pink and rosy,
smiling up at me, was you.
