Cat. #0668 (MFH #520) - As sung by Paralee Weddingon, Busch, Arkansas on February 4, 1969
VERSE 1
Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Mother, let one drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek
VERSE 2
Tell my loving little schoolmates
That I will no longer play
Give them all my toys, but Mother
Put my litle shoes away
I am going to leave you, Mother
So, remember what I say
O, do it will you please Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 3
Santa Claus, he gave them to me
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings
VERSE 4
Mother, I will be an angel
By perhaps another day
So, you will then, dearest Mother
Put my little shoes away
VERSE 5
Soon th baby will be larger
Then they'll fit his little feet
O, he'll look so nice and cunning
When he walks along th street
Now, I'm getting tired, Mother
So, I'll say to all, good-day
Please remember what I tell you
Put my little shoes away