High in the courts of heaven today
A little Angel waits.
With other angels she will not play,
She sits alone at the gates.
"I know my mistress will come," says she,
"And when she comes, she will look for me."
The other angels pass her by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And she sees them with wistful eye
As she sits at the gates alone.
"I know if I just wait patiently,
Someday my mistress will come for me."
Her mistress, down on earth below,
Sits quietly in her chair.
She forgets sometimes and whispers low
To the pup who is not there.
The little Angel cocks her ears
And dreams it's her mistresses' voice she hears.
When at last her mistress waits
Outside the dark and cold
For the hand of death to open the door
The leads to those courts of gold,
She will hear a sound through the gathering dark
Her little Angel's bark.