I ben Dei Engele ond tu de`begleite

                                                         ond will D`r jede Freid wohl bereite.

                                                            Bei Kommer i Di no tröschte tu

                                                       bisch Du kommsch`s zur enneren Ruh!

                                                           I ben für Di do, Dei ganz Lebe,

                                             ond werd D`r emmer en`feschte Halt wohl gebe.

                                                                              engele

                                        

                                       Vom Hemmel ronder komm i uff die Erd zu Dir,

                                                 denn mei Hilf, die braucht mer hier.

                                            I will de`arme ond kranke Mensche helfe

                                                       ond emmer dosei für sie,

                                                   denn des got scho, igentwie.

                                               Es gibt viel Elend en ons`re Welt,

                                                 do hilft manchmol au koi Geld.

                                    I geb` ene Zuspruch ond Troscht em Lebe,

                                                    den i gern ond ennig gebe.

                                                                   engele

                                     

                                                Zu Dei`m Geburtstag i Dir breng tolle Blumegrüss`,

                                                   i hoff`dass Du des au geniesch!

                                                I komm selte ronder vom Hemmel obe,

                                                  doch Dei`n Ehretag, den will i lobe!

                                                                     engele

                                      

                                                             Do obe am Hemmel, do fonklet die Stern,

                                                             die han i doch gar so gern.

                                                  Jeder Stern sei eig`ne Bedeitung hat,

                                                 manche leichtet grell, die andere matt.

                                                           Net elle Sterne send gleich,

                                               so onderschiedlich isch des Hemmelreich!

                                                                          engele

                                      

                                                             Dei Lebenslichterl han i Dir mit`bracht,

                                             es flimmert ganz fei ond doch so sacht.

                                               Es wird Dir Dein Weg weise ond zeige

                                             ond wird mit Dir en`der Welt rom`reise.

                                                         Des isch mei G´schenkel,

                                                         des i für Di mitbracht hab`

                                                     ond jetzt leis wohl Servus sag!

                                                                          engele

                                                 

                                                     I ben en Glücksengel ond breng Dir jede Menge Glück,

                                                               jede Tag a kloines Stück.

                                                             Drom tu mi uff Hände trage

                                                        ond mir emmer die Wahrheit sage.

                                                       Mit Dir geh i bis an`s End der Welt,

                                                         i han Di gern mei kloiner Held!

                                                                            engele

                                              

                                                                    I breng Dir a weiss Teible mit,

                                                          isch es den net schick?

                                                    Schee weiss isch sei Gefieder,

                                                           es kommt emmer wieder.

                                                   Es brengt Dir Friede ond Glück,

                                                       jede Tag a kloines Stück.

                                                                      engele

                                    

                                                                                   I ben des kloine Glitzerengele

                                                                 ond breng Glick in Dei Lebe,

                                                                    mi wird es net oft gebe.

                                                        Drom halt mi gut fescht en Deine Händ,

                                                          wenn se`au machmal kälter send.

                                                                                engele

                                                        

                                                          I will Dir Blümle schenke zu Dei`m Purzeltag,

                                                i Dir elles Liebe ond Guate wensche mag.

                                                           Elles Glück uff derer Welt

                                                             ond dazu no ebbes Geld.

                                                                         engele

                                      

                                                              Na mei Kleiner, was hasch denn heit?

                                               Weine tusch ond hosch a Herzeleid!

                                              I wieg Di jetzt ganz sanft hin und her,

                                                   no hosch koinen Kommer mehr.

                                                                        engele

                                

                                                            I ben des kloine Engelkend

                                                        ond schick Dir rasch geschwend,

                                                             orange Rösle, duftend fei,

                                                            do wirsch erfreit wohl sei.

                                                                           engele

                                                                 

                                                            Au die Kloine wollet Küssle wohl probiere,

                                                       ohne sich dabei zu schieniere.

                                                    Do schau no, wie se des au machet,

                                                       ond dabei no a bisserl lachet.

                                                                                      engele

                                             

                                                                                   Roseherzle mog i sehr,

                                                               do schau mol selber her.

                                                  Toll riechet sie ond die Sterne leuchtet,

                                                      des uff a heimlich`Lieb wohl deutet.

                                                                            engele

                                     

                                                                      I ben gebore zur Heil`gen Weihnacht,

                                                           das hätt`sch wohl kaum gedacht.

                                                      A Engele, gebore in der Heil`ge Nacht,

                                                         i ben komme, ganz leis ond sacht.

                                              I wensch elle Leit a besinnliche Weihnachtszeit

                                                          ohne Hetz ond ohne Bitterkeit!

                                                                              engele

                                            

                                                   Vom Hemmel hoch, do komm i her,

                                                    denn es weihnachtet jo so sehr.

                                       A romatisch Liedle mir jetzt sänget mitei`nand

                                             ond nehmet ons ganz sanft an d`r Hand.

                                              Die Kerzle flackeret em`Obendwind,

                                              guckt no, wie glicklich die Kindle send!

                                                                       engele

                                            

                                            I ben des Sommerengele ond komm zu Dir

                                              ond lass d`r a paar scheene Blümle hier.

                                                   Sie send herrlich ond duftet fei,

                                                 so sollet g´sonde Blümle jo wohl sei.

                                                                      engele

                                                                    

                                                                    I pflück Blümle für mei Heim,

                                                   denn des muss jetzt doch sei.

                                                        En`a Väsle tu i si no nei,

                                                    denn sie riechet doch so fei.

                                                                     engele

                                                              

                                                            Jetzt komm i no zom Schluss zu Dir

                                                    ond lass a tolles Tänzle hier.

                                               Aus isch`s nun mit der Engelseit,

                                              denn jetzt wird`s aber a mol Zeit,

                                                     mit tut`s jo au selber leid,

                                           doch viele wellet no was ander`s lese,

                                                 daher isch des hier gewese!

                                                                 engele

                                                                   

   

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