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.
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