She lives in the little green houseand drives an electric carShe's very good friends with the mouse next doorand the flowers in the yard She combs her golden hairby the Lake of the Talking FishShe loves a Prince, she says her prayers,and she sings in perfect pitch And I've prayed her into a dreamwhere hate can't break the spelland the breezes blowgently whisper low "Noelle,Noelle, Noelle" She gets her just deserts, 'causethe sky is in the pieshe wants her cake, she eats that tooas the meringue clouds roll bysweet by-and-byNoelle She breathes the air so cleantastes the water sweet to drinkdoes a hoop skirt dance, she's a whirling topof indigo and pink And though the world outside's at warto her there'll come no harm'cause an angel guards her golden gatein a place called "Father's Arms" And I've prayed her into a dreamWhere it all turns out quite welland the weather's fineand the church bells chime "Noelle,Noelle, Noelle"
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