Our little girl taken sick one evening As she walked home from school And then her deathbed soon claimed her It made us so sad and so blue Then she called me close to her bedside And whispered these words soft and low Tell mommy to come to me quickly I wanna kiss you both and go
Chorus I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in heaven on high God has made room for your daughter Oh Mommy and Daddy, don't cry
Take care of little brother Tell him I've gone to rest I know his little heart is broken He's all that you have left Then she closed her eyes forever Never to see us no more Until we meet our darling On the pride and peaceful shore
Chorus I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in heaven on high God has made room for your daughter God has made room for your daughter Oh Mommy and Daddy, don't cry
I hear a sweet voice callingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
