Don't tell anyone that I came into your room,
it was Wednesday and early evening.
Don't mention that I had my bathrobe on
because I had just come out of the shower.
You had closed the curtains and the teddy bear says "mother" sitting behind the sofa chair.
You don't tell anyone about it,
I sat on the edge of the bed and I look at you calmly.
A wooden angel doesn't fly in the sky, beaten into the wall with a nail
and the heel of the nail.
A tree angel doesn't fly in the sky.
Don't tell mom or your friends at school about this
when it's finally recess time.
I'm keeping this secret, you should too,
so be it this between the two of us.
Don't even mention it to dad, he knows
that I'm a reliable old fellow.
I think your playhouse needs new furniture and
a bright yellow yard swing.
/>The wooden angel does not fly on the edge of the sky, beaten to the wall with a nail
and the heel of the nail.
The wooden angel does not fly on the edge of the sky, beaten to the wall with a nail
and the heel of the nail.
The wooden angel is on the bed, sheltered.< br/>Look how beautiful, look how it has spread its wings.
Do you hear that sound, how longing for heaven is endless?
A wooden angel does not fly on the edge of the sky, hammered into the wall with a nail
and the heel of the nail.< br/>The wooden angel is on the bed, sheltered.
The wooden angel does not fly in the sky.

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