Cat. #0714 (MFH #520) - As sung by Floyd McGinnis, Pea Ridge, Arkansas on May 20, 1969
VERSE 1
Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water, Mother
Fall upon my burning cheek
Tell my loving little playmates
That I never more will play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away
CHORUS:
You will do this, won't you Mother,
Put my little shoes away
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 2
Santa Claus gave them to me
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought our baby
With a pair of golden wings
Soon our baby will be larger,
Then they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so happy, Mother
When he walks down the street
VERSE 3
Mother, I will be an angel
By perhaps another day
So, remember what I tell you
Put my little shoes away
Mother, I am growing weaker,
Soon I'll say to you, good-day
But remember dearest, Mother
Put my little shoes away