Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
Mama, the Angels
Who made me so sad
No way to handle things
Mama, the weeping
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
Some just lie there crying for Him to come and find them
But when He comes they don't know how to go
Who made me so bad
