A ring of Angels, beautiful and pink
Hover above my cradle.
Two by two, all around
they guard my crib^[1] night and day;
At my feet and along side my bed
They constantly keep watch.
Gently closing my eyelids
When I finish praying;
And all night they watch over me,
And wake me in the morning;
And when it is cold, or windy,
They cover me warmly,
And at the end of my life
They will lead me to Paradise.