She lives in a 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,
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 her 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 to 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"
She gets her just deserts, 'cause her sky is in the pie,
She wants her cake, she eats that too as the meringue clouds roll by,
Sweet by-and-by Noelle.
