Here's George Morgan's version, from here.

WILL THE ANGELS LET ME PLAY
(Fred E. Gladdish / W.L. Werden)

In the yard where children
Were playing games one day
A little boy on crutches
Was watching swift fully
It seemed so hard he couldn't play
Like other children do
They said that he would spoil their games
And was a baby too

When I go to heaven momma
Will the angels let me play
Because I'm just a cripple
Will they say I'm in the way

Here the children never want me
I'm a bother they all say
When I go to heaven mommy
Will the angels let me play

Now this little fellows heart was breaking in two
Just because the rest of the kids
Wouldn't let him play

And as he hobbled to his mom on his crutches
With his eyes full of tears
She heard her little cripple boy say
Gosh mommy I'm so awfully tired

And then he bowed his little head
Won't you rock me just a little bit mom
Before I have to go to bed
And gee how I wish daddy would come home
Before I go to sleep
Will you tell him how I waited and waited
For so long mom
For his kiss on my little cheek

And then that night
When all was still and silent
A band of angels came that way
And they took this little fellow up to heaven
Where he'll never never have to say
Mom when I go up to heaven
Won't the angels let me play

Or maybe because I'm just a kid on crutches
They'll say I'm in the way
You know Mom here the rest kids never want me
I'm a bother they all say

So when I go up to heaven mom
Don't you think that maybe
Just maybe
The angels will let me play

When I go to heaven momma
Will the angels let me play

(Transcribed by Cookie - August 2005)