Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad
Mamma, the weeping Mamma, 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
Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so bad
Mamma, the weeping Mamma, the Angels No sleep in Heaven Or Bethlehem