On Reflection I have a guardian angel Who is taking care of me, She has a little wrinkled face And is a friendly as can be. I see her in the mornings And when I go to bed, And if there’s no one here with me I talk to her instead. I’m always glad to see her, She’s such good company, And although she’s that much older She looks a lot like me. My guardian angel smiles at me And I smile back at her, And on reflection could it mean - I’m HER angel, as it were? Back to village