The Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel awaits
With the other angels he will not play
But he sits alone at the gates.
For I know my master will come, says he
And when he comes heíll call for me.
The other angels pass him by
As they hurry towards the throne
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone
But I know if I just wait patiently
That someday my master will call for me.
And his master, down on the Earth below
As he sits in his easy chair
Forgets sometimes and whispers low
To the dog who is not there
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his masterís voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of death to open the door
That leads to these courts of gold
He will hear a sound through the gathering dark
A little dog angelís bark.