“Now I can't wait on, baby”, the smiling merchant said,
as he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head.
“I want to call up mamma”, came the answer full and free,
“will 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 a tear 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 a tear sprang in her eyes.
“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”
All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so sore,
with the awful punching brother give it with his little sword.
There ain’t no one to fix it since mamma'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 a tear sprang in her eyes.
“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”