Well, since the theme seems to have shifted from dead children to orphaned children....

And I actually sing this one.

EVERY BUSH AND TREE

I was born in old Missouri.
My family they were poor.
My mother's name was Laura
And daddy his name was Joe.

Mama called me to her bedside
Saying, "Son, I've got to go.
But we'll meet again up yonder
Where the parting will be no more."

I hear the soft wind creepin'
Through every bush and tree.
I know my mother's waiting
In her heavenly home for me.

Now, Daddy moved back home to North Fork
And he left us here all alone.
And the sheriff came by one evening
And he took us to an orphan's home.

So come all you orphan children,
Who's left down here below,
We'll go and meet our mothers
Where the parting will be no more.

I hear the soft wind creepin'
Through every bush and tree.
I know my mother's waiting
In her heavenly home for me.