Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad Mamma, the weeping Mamma, 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 Mamma who bore me Mamma who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so bad Mamma, the weeping Mamma, the Angels No sleep in Heaven Or Bethlehem