Sung by: Mr. W.P. Burke
Recorded in Heber Springs, AR, 7/16/53

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Two little children, a boy and a girl,
Set by an old church door.
The little girl's feet was as brown as the curl
That hung from the dress which she wore.
The boy's coat was faded and hatless his head;
A tear shone in each little eye.
"Why don't you run home to your mama?" I said,
And this was the maiden's reply:

Chorus: "Our mama's in heaven; they took her away,
And left Jim and I all alone.
We came here to sleep 'til the close of the day,
For we have no mama or home.
We can't win our bread--too little," she said.
"Jim five years, and I'm only seven.
There's no one to love us and Papa is dead,
And our darling mama's in heaven."

"Our Papa was lost out at sea long ago;
We waited all night on the shore.
For he was a life-saving captain, you know,
But he never come back any more.
Then Mama got sick; angels took her away,
Away to that home warm and bright.
'They'll come for my darlings,' she told us, 'some day.'
Perhaps they are coming tonight."

"Perhaps there's no room tonight," she said,
"For two little ones to keep."
Then, placing her arms around little Jim's neck,
And kissed him. They both fell asleep.
The sexton came early to ring the church bell,
And found them beneath the snow white.
The angels made room for two orphans to dwell
In heaven with Mama that night.


Also found in Brown, Vol. II, #150, "Two Little Children."

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