Now I can't wait on babies, the smiling merchant said As he stooped and gently toyed with its golden curly head I want to call up mama, came the answer full and free Would you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me My child, the merchant murmured As he stroked the anxious brow No telephone connection Where your mother lives at now No telephone in heaven And the tears sprang in her eyes I thought God had everything With him up in the sky Tell her that I get so lonesome that I don't know what to do And papa cries so much I guess he must be lonesome, too Tell her to come to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid With no one there to kiss me when the lights begin to fade My child, the merchant murmured As he stroked the anxious brow No telephone connection Where your mother lives at now No telephone in heaven And the tears sprang in her eyes I thought God had everything With him up in the sky All through the day I wander since my dolly's got so tore Where the awful punching brother give it with his little sword They ain't no one to fix it since mama's gone away And poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day My child, the merchant murmured As he stroked the anxious brow No telephone connection Where your mother lives at now No telephone in heaven And the tears sprang in her eyes I thought God had everything With him up in the sky [Instrumental break]