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Daughter, dear daughter, come sit by my sideWhile the prairie is blooming I fear for my timeI’ve seen my great crossing asleep in my dreamsHold my hand, little loved one, and listen to meDaughter, dear daughter, when I was youngMy dreams were like diamonds, I’d hold them and runBut treasures on earth are empty and coldYour fortune will find you in the worth of your soulWhen I get to Heaven all the angels will singAnd there I will dwell in the mansions of kingsThey buried my mother ten years agoSpring on the wind covered prairie the morning dove singsI wander this earth and fear not my homeIn the stillness of evening I hear her songWhen I get to Heaven all the angels will singAnd there I will dwell in the mansions of kings From Letras Mania