My little angel needs no harp No applause when she sings My little angel doesn't fly Through the sky, has no wings Fanfares of trumpets may not Blow just to show she's divine For my little angel needs No halo to match heaven's shine I've heard tell that Angels never leave the skies But she must be an angel There's heaven in her eyes And speaking of angels I admit I'm a bit starry eyed For my little angel soon will Walk down the isle as my bride I've heard tell that Angels never leave the skies But she must be an angel There's heaven in her eyes And speaking of angels I admit I'm a bit starry eyed For my little angel soon will Walk down the isle as my bride