Cat. #0866 (MFH #520) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on August 27, 1969
VERSE 1
Mother, come and bathe my forehead
For I'm grow'in very weak
Let one drop of water, Mother
Fall upon my burn'n cheek
You will do this won't you, Mother
Please remember what I say,
Give them all my toys, but, Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 2
Tell my darl'in little playmates
That I never more can play
Give them all my toys, but, Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 2
Santy Claus, brought them to me
With a lot of other thing
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
You will do this won't you, Mother
Please remember what I say
Give them all my toys, but, Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 3
When th baby, he grows older
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so handsome, Mother
As he walks upon th street
You will do this won't you, Mother
Please remember what I say
Give them all my toys, but, Mother
Put my little shoes away