I'm alone, all alone, my friends all have fled
My father, he's a drunkard; my mother, she is dead
I'm a poor little child and I wander and weep
For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep
I'm alone, all alone, in this cold world so wild
God look down and pity a drunkard's child
In pity look down and hasten to me
And take me to dwell with mother and thee
She sleeps on a hill in a bed of cold clay
How sad it did seem to lay mother away
She is gone with the angels and none do I see
So dear is the face of my mother to me
I'm alone, all alone, in this cold world so wild
God look down and pity a drunkard's child
In pity look down and hasten to me
And take me to dwell with mother and thee
It is springtime on earth and the birds are so glad
I listen and I wonder, my heart is so sad
Sweet flowers around and strangers pa** by
But the form of my mother no longer is nigh