She lives in the 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,
and 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
the 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
in 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"