Oh father tonight they say you are,
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To wed another bride,
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That you will hold her in your arms,
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Where my dear mother died.
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They say her name is Mary too,
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The name my mother bore,
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But Father is she kind and true,
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Like the one we loved before.
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And is her footstep soft and light,
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Her voice so meek and mild,
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And father do you think she'll love,
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Your blind and helpless child.
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Oh father do not bid me come,
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To welcome your newmade bride,
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I could not greet her in the room,
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Where my dear mother died.
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But when I've cried myself to sleep,
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As I so often do,
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Into my chamber you may creep,
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My new made mama and you.
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He turned away to leave the room,
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A joyful cry was given,
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He turned about and he knew at last,
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His blind child had gone to Heaven.
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They buried her by her mother's side,
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And erected a marble square,
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And there on the tomb these words do read,
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She'll not be blind up there.
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The Blind Child
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| Levon Helm |
