Mama Who Bore Me

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way to handle things

Who made me so sad

Mama the weeping

Mama the angels

No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem

Some pray that one day

Christ will come a'-callin'

They light a candle

And hope that it glows

And some just lie there crying

For him to come and find them

But when he comes they don't know how to go

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way to handle things

Who made me so sad

Mama the weeping

Mama the angels

No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem