Lyr Req: The Prisoner's Child - Kenneth Houchins

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Prisoner's Child - Kenneth Houchins
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Mar 19 - 09:42 AM

Many thanks Jim!

Subject: Lyr Add: THE PRISONER’S CHILD (Kenneth Houchins)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 06 Mar 19 - 04:47 PM

My transcription from YouTube:

THE PRISONER’S CHILD
As recorded by Kenneth Houchins, 1933.

1. There’s grief in the heart of a mother.
She misses her baby so bad.
The funeral is over.
The world is lonely and sad.
In a prisoner’s home it all does seem
It’s not the truth; it’s all a dream,
But two little hands are out of sight
They buried the prisoner’s child tonight

2. They buried the prisoner’s child tonight
In the cold of a six-foot ground.
The neighborhood is passing nigh
For miles and miles around.
They miss those dear little sparkling eyes.
Those sweet brassling* lips so silent lie.
They miss that sweet little face so bright.
They buried the prisoner’s child tonight.

3. The angels have taken their loved one
To live in their beautiful home,
While those that so tenderly love her
Are left in sorrow alone.
And the dear little dresses she used to wear
Are placed with her playthings with tender care.
Those loved ones are sad and alone tonight.
They miss her sweet face with its smile so bright.

REPEAT #2.

* * *
* This word is unfamiliar to me. I tried to spell it phonetically. I suppose it's wrong, but I don't know what he's really singing.

A song with the same title was also recorded by Bud Billings & Carson Robison, 1930,
and by John Moore {John McGhee}, 1930--
but I haven't heard those, so I can't be sure they're the same song.

Subject: Lyr Req: The Prisoner's Child - Kenneth Houchins
From: GUEST,Martin
Date: 04 Mar 19 - 06:03 PM

Hello
I'm trying to find the lyrics for this song by Kenneth Houchins. I miss some words or phrases. If anyone can help me, that would be greatly appreciated. English is not my mother tongue. The song is easily found on Youtube... Best, Martin


The Prisoner’s Child
Kenneth Houchins

There’s          in the heart of a mother
She misses her baby so bad
The funeral is over
The world is lonely and sad

In a prisoner’s home in
It’s not the truth, it’s all a dream
But two little hands are out of
They buried the prisoner’s child tonight

They buried the prisoner’s child tonight
In the cold of a six foot ground
The neighborhood is
For miles and miles around

They miss those dear little sparkling eyes
Those                 lips so
They miss that sweet little face so bright
They buried the prisoner’s child tonight

The angels have taken their love one
To live in their beautiful home
While those that so tenderly love her
Are left in sorrow alone

And the dear little dresses she use to wear
Are place with her plaything with tender care
sad and alone tonight
They miss her sweet face with his smile so bright