Bing Crosby The Littlest Angel

Let me tell you a tale that is often told
In the Great Celestial Hall
All about an Angel only 4 years old
The littlest Angel of all
How all day he would play with a little box
That to others had no worth
Oh, but there were treasures in this little box
Treasures he'd brought from earth.

Just a butterfly
With golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And a worn out strap of his faithful dog.

Then the Angels heard that the Holy Child
Would be born in Bethlehem
And they all brought presents for the Holy child,
And each gift was a Heavenly gem
Then the littlest Angel put his little box
Near the presents fine and rare
And the littlest Angel sat alone and cried
For his gift was so meager and bare.

Just a butterfly
With golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And a worn out strap of his faithful dog.

But the Lord chose the gift of the little box
That a child had blessed with love
And it started glowing and that very night
It became the star up above.
When you see that star as it shines on high
In the great Celestial Hall
You will know that proudest angel in the sky
Is the littlest Angel of all.

With a butterfly
With golden wings
A little piece of a hollow log
Two shiny stones from a river bank
And a worn out strap of his faithful dog.