The waltz of the Angels I hear each night. I hold you tightly in these arms of mine. It's surely from heaven, this music I hear. When your lips say I love you In waltz time my dear. Chorus There must be a higher world, much higher than ours. A writer of love songs way up in the sky. The maker of roses, of love sweet and true. And the waltz of the Angels the moonlight and you. Instrumental Break There must be a higher world, much higher than ours. A writer of love songs way up in the sky The maker of roses, of love sweet and true And the waltz of the Angels he wrote just for you