Lyr Req: Drunkard's Lone Child (Dock Boggs)

Subject: Lyr Req: Drunkard's Lone Child - Dock Boggs
From: sean tiller
Date: 05 Jan 10 - 09:34 PM

I think i got most of them, but i need a little help on the 3rd verse. anybody?

DRUNKARDS LONE CHILD

I'm alone all alone, my friends have all fled
My father he's a drunkard, my mother she is dead
I'm a poor little child and i wander and weep
for the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep

Chorus
I'm alone all alone in this cold world so wide
God look down and pitty a drunkard's lone child
in pitty look down and hasten to me
and take me to dwell with mother and thee

She sleeps on a hill in a bed of cold clay
how sad it did seem to lay mother away
she is gone with the angels and ?none do i see?
so dear is the face of my mother to me

Chorus

It is spring time on earth and the birds are so glad
i listen and i wander my heart is so sad
????? fly all around? and strangers pass by
But the ?form??Farm?? of my mother no longer is ?mine?nigh?

Chorus

Last night in my dreams she seemed to draw near
she kissed me as sweetly as when she was here
She smiled on me true and fondled my brow
and she whispered sweet boy I'm a watchin you now.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE DRUNKARD'S LONE CHILD (Dock Boggs)
From: GUEST,999--from the www
Date: 06 Jan 10 - 01:30 AM

Drunkard's Lone Child
(traditional?)
I'm alone, all alone, my friends all have fled.
My father, he's a drunkard; my mother, she is dead.
I'm a poor little child and I wander and weep
For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep.

I'm alone, all alone, in this cold world so wild;
God look down and pity a drunkard's child.
In pity look down and hasten to me
And take me to dwell with mother and thee.

She sleeps on a hill in a bed of cold clay;
How sad it did seem to lay mother away.
She is gone with the angels and none do I see;
So dear is the face of my mother to me.

I'm alone, all alone, in this cold world so wild;
God look down and pity a drunkard's child.
In pity look down and hasten to me
And take me to dwell with mother and thee.

It is springtime on earth and the birds are so glad;
I listen and I wonder, my heart is so sad.
Sweet flowers around and strangers pass by,
But the form of my mother no longer is nigh.