Cat. #0847 (MFH #735) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on August 27, 1969
VERSE 1
Father, dear Father, a young child said
One night as she strolled to 'er loneli bed
Father, dear Father, come in this room with me
An' three bright angels you shall see
VERSE 2
A dream, a dream, my precious child
your waken head makes your fancy wild
O no dear Father, hit can never be
I dream will not come an' talk with me
VERSE 3
O yes, they will talk for sister, Mary said
Her body was dead an' her soul was blessed
She said, that th flowers they would die
An' then find a home in th lone bright sky
VERSE 4
As I lay there wondering with my half closed eyes
I heard a sweet song rom th sparkl'n sky
As I lay there wondering what h'it could ever be
My Mother an' merry Willie come a gliding in
VERSE 5
They gathered 'round my lonely bed
Each one put their hand on my ach'in head
Th tears from their eyelids fell like pearl
They wiped them 'way with a loosened curl
VERSE 6
Little Willie, with his pale blue eyes
He said, little Sister, come an' go with me
My dear ole Mother, with 'er eyes a grow'in dim
She says let 'er stay fer t' comfort him