Mama who bore meMama who gave meMama, the angelsWho made me so sad
Mama who bore meMama who gave meNo way to handle thingsWho made me so sad
Mama, the weepingMama, the angelsNo sleep in heaven, or bethlehem
Some pray that one dayChrist will come a'-callin'They light a candleAnd hope that it glowsAnd some just lie thereCrying for him to come and find themBut when he comes they don't know how to go
Mama who bore meMama who gave meNo way to handle thingsWho made me so bad
Mama, the weepingMama, the angelsNo sleep in heaven, or bethlehem