Cat. #1430 (MFH #520) - As sung by Otis Williams, Wesley, Arkansas on
VERSE 1
Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
I am growing very weak
Let th clear an' cooling water
Fall upon my cheeks
VERSE 2
Tell my loving little playmates
That I never more shall play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 3
Santa Claus, he bought them to me
With so many other things
An' I think he brought an angel
With a pair of wings
VERSE 4
Mother, soon I'll be with Jesus
E'r perhaps another day
Then --- my loving Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 5
Soon, th baby will grow larger
They will fit his little feet
Won't he look so nice an' tidy
As he walks along th street
VERSE 6
Mother, now I'm going to leave you
So, remember what I say
Then, O then, my loving Mother
Put my little shoes away