I see you leaning your lanky frame
Just inside the door
A figure behind the kitchen screen
Staring down at the floor

Little angel, little brother

Little angel, little brother

Your passion for Shakespeare and your paperbacks
Your chess pieces and your wisecracks

I see you sleeping in the car
Curled up on the back seat
Parked outside of a bar
An empty bottle at your feet

Little angel, little brother

Your R&B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks

I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words

Little angel little brother
Little angel little brother of mine