Noelle

She lives in the little green house

and drives an electric car

She's very good friends with the mouse next door

and the flowers in the yard

She combs her golden hair

by the Lake of the Talking Fish

She loves a Prince, she says her prayers,

and she sings in perfect pitch

And I've prayed her into a dream

where hate can't break the spell

and the breezes blow

gently whisper low "Noelle,

Noelle, Noelle"

She gets her just deserts, 'cause

the sky is in the pie

she wants her cake, she eats that too

as the meringue clouds roll by

sweet by-and-by

Noelle

She breathes the air so clean

tastes the water sweet to drink

does a hoop skirt dance, she's a whirling top

of indigo and pink

And though the world outside's at war

to her there'll come no harm

'cause an angel guards her golden gate

in a place called "Father's Arms"

And I've prayed her into a dream

Where it all turns out quite well

and the weather's fine

and the church bells chime "Noelle,

Noelle, Noelle"