Once I had a pretty little angel
She would blindly follow me
Way up high on Sugarland Mountain
Where I'd tell her all that I could see
Her mother left when she was eleven
Said there was nothing in this town
And I tried to hold on tight to something
While that girl tried on that
Lord help me hold on to my
Lord, if I let her go, my little one
I know she will wander away
And she was back in her bedroom
And that boy tapped on my door
And he said, sir, I'm tired and hungry
Could you spare some bread?
In a place upon your floor
He was gold, and so was my child
Lord, help me hold on to my little one
Lord, if I let go my little one,
I know she will wander away
And all you fathers in this valley,
give your angels wings to fly
you may sadly lose your chance to say goodbye
An d once I had a pretty little angel
She would blindly follow me
Way up high on Sugarland Mountain
Where I'd tell her all that I could see