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.
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