(By Dale Parker) When your mother went away On the day that you were born Little angel, life seemed all in vain Then I heard your lonesome cry Knew that hope just couldn't die She was my loss but you were my gain. Little angel with the dirty face God called mother, sent you in her place You brought heaven with your smile And you made my life worthwhile Little angel with the dirty face. --- Instrumental --- Though you're only two years old You're worth more to me than gold You brought sunshine, turned my night to day And from somewhere up above Mother sends to you her love Watches o'er you while you run and play. Little angel with the dirty face God called mother, sent you in her place You brought heaven with your smile And you made my life worthwhile Little angel with the dirty face...