One golden curl,one baby girl.
Born much too soon,so pure and sweet.
One baby girl,so precious in our sight.
God's little Angel,not long for this world.
Too pure of form,too good,sweet and fair,
God's own lamb. He will her to his care.
Four short Sweet months,from day to day,
Within her mother's arms she lay.
Till God took her home,to Heaven to stay.
While life remains,her mother will wait,
with patience here,till she Meets her baby again.
In Heaven someday,they will meet again.