Poor Little Orphaned Boy

My mother died when I was young

My sisters they were sad

They lay there hands upon my head

And taught me how to pray

So now my mother she's gone to rest

In the land of purest joy

And I wonder if she thinks of me

Her poor little orphan boy

When I was only two years old

I never shall forget

A parting kiss she gave to me

I sometimes feel it yet

When I was sick and every hour

She watched me as I lay

And with her kind and gentle hand

She soothed me tenderly

So now I press this world alone

Her love with me shall stay

And from the throne above the sky

Her smile shall rest on me

Recorded  6/17/33 Camden, NJ