Angel's Lullaby (versió banda)

Gessamí Boada

Sitting alone, in her arm rocking chair.
Waiting all day, but no one's coming for her.
She's looking 'round the room, snowflakes falling from the ceiling.
Slowly she gets up, waving her arms.

And she becomes an angel, lighting up the sky.
Not afraid of falling, she sings herself a lullaby.

Playground, children's laughter.
Memories she wish she could recall.
Tonight on Christmas Eve, family's celebrating.
She sees them in her dreams, waving goodbye.

And she becomes an angel, lighting up the sky.
Not afraid of falling, she sings herself a lullaby.