You was an angel on the day that I was born   Standing over my cradle singing some sad song for me   Still too young to see.      Oh but I can still remember the sad, sweet sound   Of the vowels and the consonants coming out of your mouth.      As you stood above me I was filled with a calm   You took my tiny hand in your palm   Where you stay there with me 'til you had to go away.      And the candle flickered in the corner of the room   Casting a shadow or two.