Mama Who Bore Me

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