I often wonder of heaven’s fields,
Are they as wonderful as they say?
Are there lots of games and toys?
For our babies to find and play.

Do the angels guard them well?
Keep them out of harms way,
Do they read our babes a bedtime story?
At the end of every day.

Do the girls have pretty ribbons?
For their shiny, silky hairs,
Do the boys have trains to sit on?
Coloured footballs to kick in pairs.

Are there birthday cake and candles?
On our Angels special days,
Do they get lots of presents to open,
Are they spoiled in many ways?

My Angel I close my eyes and dream,
You’re so happy where you are,
Running through heavens fields,
Climbing on every star.