Mama Who Bore Me

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way to handle things

Who made me so sad

Mama, the weeping

Mama, 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

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way to handle things

Who made me so bad

Mama, the weeping

Mama, the angels

No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem