Sung by: Neal Morris
Recorded in Timbo, AR 8/28/59

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Oh, I long to lie, dear Mother,
On the cool and fragrant grass,
With the calm blue skies above my head,
And the shadowy clouds that pass.
And I want the bright sunshine
All around about my bed,
And I'll close my eyes
And God will think
Your little boy is dead.

Then Christ will send an angel
To take me up to Him.
He will bear me slow and steadily,
Up through the ether dim,
And he'll gently, gently lay me
Close by my Savior's side,
And when I'm sure that I'm in heaven,
My eyes will open wide.

Then I'll look among the angels
That stands around the throne,
'Til I find my sister Mary,
For I know she must be one,
And I'll put my arms around her,
And we'll go away alone,
And I'll tell her how we have mourned for her
All the while that she's been gone.

Then Christ will send an angel
To take me back to you.
He will bear me slow and steadily
Down through the ether blue,
And when I'm back, dear Mother,
I'll tell you all I know.
I will tell you all I've said to her
And all her sweet reply.

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection
Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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