by Iamandrew » Mon Mar 02, 2020 7:00 am
My mother sang this version (slightly different)
An orphan boy lay dying
With strangers all around.
His little heart was sighing
For love he never found.
They told him of the stories
Of the angels up above,
And whispered low, recalling memories
Of his mothers love.
Will they love me up in heaven,
Like my mother used to do?
Will they know that I am only,
Just an orphan boy — and lonely?
When I greet the shining angels
Up above the sky so blue,
Will they love me up in heaven,
Like my mother used to do?
My mother sang this version (slightly different)
An orphan boy lay dying
With strangers all around.
His little heart was sighing
For love he never found.
They told him of the stories
Of the angels up above,
And whispered low, recalling memories
Of his mothers love.
Will they love me up in heaven,
Like my mother used to do?
Will they know that I am only,
Just an orphan boy — and lonely?
When I greet the shining angels
Up above the sky so blue,
Will they love me up in heaven,
Like my mother used to do?