Sweetest Angel - Jonatha Brooke, Glen Phillips

Every night about eight o’clock

I wind the stem of my little clock

And when I look in the crystal glass

I see a lot of faces pass

Of those I knew

And those I know

And you now coming

And you to go Here’s a word I’d like to whisper

And I’d like to have you listen

All this world is made of love

You are fresh from heaven above

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel

When I hold you by your hand

I’m in my happy promised land

When I kiss you in the dark

I’m just happy as a lark

So let me come as close as I can

And lay me down beside you

Here’s a word I’d like to whisper

And I’d like to have you listen

All this world is made of love

You are fresh from heaven above

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel

So let me come as close as I can

Let me bring my scattered pages

Let me lay down here beside you

Tonight, and I will whisper

All this world is made of love

You are fresh from heaven above

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel in this world

You’re the sweetest angel