American Old Time Song Lyrics: 24 Snow Angels

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 24

SNOW ANGELS.

What makes the snow come down, mamma,
The pretty flakes of snow?
I love to watch their soft white wings,
As merrily they go.
Their wings, my child, their soft, white wings,
What is it that you say?
They're little angels, dear mamma,
That come down here to play.

Chorus.
The snow that's made where angels sing,
The pretty flakes of snow,
I love to watch their soft, white wings,
As merrily they go.

And see, mamma, how good they are,
They kiss each other while
They're flying playfully about,
With such a happy smile.
Not angels, darling little one,
They re only flakes of snow.
No, no, mamma, that cannot be,
Angels they are, I know.-Chorus.

They shake their lovely wings for joy,
As down their feathers come,
And dance and circle through the air
Until they reach our home.
You think they're tiny feathers, dropped
Each from an angel's wing?
Yes, that is it, yes, dear mamma,
Whene'er the angels sing.-Chorus.