Sung by: W.P. Burke
Recorded in Heber Springs, AR, 7/16/53
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Sobbed a weeping little child.
"Since dear Mama's gone to heaven,
Papa, darling, do not smile.
Just do listen and I'll call her
O'er the telephone."
Chorus: "Hello, Central, give me heaven,
For my mama's there.
You will find her with the angels
On the golden stair.
She'll be glad it's me who's speaking;
Call her, won't you, please?
For I want to surely tell her
We're so lonely here."
When the girl received the message
Coming o'er the telephone,
How her heart thrilled in that moment,
And the wires seemed to moan.
I will answer just to please her:
"Yes, dear heart, I'll soon be home."
"Kiss me, Mama, kiss your darling
Kiss me o'er the telephone."
(Mr. Burke: "Frog got in my throat there on the last few words.")