Little Blossom

LITTLE BLOSSOM (Traditional) « © '58 PD » Oh dear I'm so tired and so lonely I wonder why mommy don't come She told me to close my pretty blue eyes and when I awoke she'd be home I guess I'll go down and find daddy I think he went down to the store That big long room filled with bottles I wish that he'd go there no more Sometimes he's so sick when he come from he staggers and falls on the ground One night when came in the parlor he kicked my poor dolly around But I love him and I guess I'll go find him I know he would gladly come home Then it won't be so dark and so lonesome while waiting for money to come His red eyes gazed wild when she found him her sweet smiling face was still fair But too late the demon possessed him for he grabbed at the back of a chair In a moment the whole thing was over the work of the beast was complete And a poor little innocent blossom lay dying at her daddy's knees --- Little Blossom - Hank Thompson