Hank Snow
Put My Little Shoes Away
Mother dear, come bathe my foreheadFor I'm growing very weakMother, let one drop of waterFall upon my burnin' cheekTell my loving, little playmatesThat I never more shall playGive them all my toys but, MotherPut my little shoes away(You will do this, Mother, won't you) (Put my little shoes away)Give them all my toys but, MotherPut my little shoes awaySanta Claus, he brought them to meWith a lot of other thingsAnd I think he brought an angelWith a pair of golden wingsMother, soon I'll be an angelBy, perhaps, another daySo if you will, my dearest MotherPut my little shoes away(You will do this, Mother, won't you) (Put my little shoes away)Give them all my toys but, MotherPut my little shoes away
From Letras Mania