Our little girl had 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 want to kiss you both and go 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'm gone to rest I know his little heart is broken He's all that you have left Then she closed eyes forever Never to see us no more Until we meet our darlin' On that bright and peaceful shore I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in Heaven on high I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in Heaven on highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
