The waltz of the Angels I hear each night.
I hold you tightly in these arms of mine.
It's surely from heaven, this music I hear.
When your lips say I love you
In waltz time my dear.
Chorus
There must be a higher world, much higher than ours.
A writer of love songs way up in the sky.
The maker of roses, of love sweet and true.
And the waltz of the Angels
the moonlight and you.
Instrumental Break
There must be a higher world, much higher than ours.
A writer of love songs way up in the sky
The maker of roses, of love sweet and true
And the waltz of the Angels
he wrote just for you
