Mother Dear, come and bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek.
For I'm growing very weak
Let one drop of water
Fall upon my burning cheek.
Tell my darling little playmates
That no longer I shall play
Give them all my toys but mother
Put my little shoes away.
Put my little shoes away.
Santa Claus he brought them to me
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings.
With a lot of other things
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings.
Soon the baby will be larger
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so nice and cunny
As he walks upon the street.
And they'll fit his little feet
Won't he look so nice and cunny
As he walks upon the street.
Tell my darling little playmates
That no longer I shall play
Give them all my toys but mother
Put my little shoes away.
***When momma was little, she sang this song while pushing a stroller
at a 4th of July picnic. ***
Give them all my toys but mother
Put my little shoes away.
***When momma was little, she sang this song while pushing a stroller
at a 4th of July picnic. ***
