Christmas Angels roam the night,
lighting stars to shine so bright.
Christmas Angels wander far,
farther than the farthest star.
Christmas Angels roam to the moon.
Christmas Morn will be here soon.
Christmas Angels wander free.
No ear can hear them, no eye can see.
They wander ‘round from dusk to dawn,
making His stars so sparkling drawn..
And as the sun begins to rise,
they settle down and close their eyes.
Then they take off their halos and fold their wings,
as the morning begins to sing.
For when the eyes below can finally see,
the clouds are what those angels be.