A child was born one summer night br with golden hair and eyes so bright br We dressed her in velvet, ribbon and lace br cause she was our little Angel face. br At two years old she made us laugh br trying to sing with the phonograph br The little things she'd say and do br brought tears of joy, like the mornin'dew br At ten years old she was such a delight br Angel face...in a verbal fight. br Her voice was soft but expressive, you see, br and I thanked God He gave her to me br At twenty-two she met a young man... br After a while, he asked for her hand br A child was born one winter's night br hair of gold and eyes so bright br As her grandma, I feel so proud... br In reverence, I admire what God's allowed br We dress her in velvet, ribbon and lace... br cause she's out little Angel face.