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 bad Mama, the weeping Mama, the angels No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
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 bad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem