High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog angel waits
With the other angels he will not play
But sits alone at the gates
"For some day my master will come" says he,
"And when he does, he will call for me"
He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the Throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits there, all alone.
"But I know, if I just wait patiently,
one day my master will come" says he.
And his master, far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and he whistles low
For the dog that isn't there,
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master's call he hears.
And I know, one day, as his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of death to open those gates
That lead to the courts of gold
That little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark...