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04 Mar 19 - 06:03 PM (#3980218) Subject: Lyr Req: The Prisoner's Child - Kenneth Houchins From: GUEST,Martin 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 |
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06 Mar 19 - 04:47 PM (#3980595) Subject: Lyr Add: THE PRISONER’S CHILD (Kenneth Houchins) From: Jim Dixon 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. |
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07 Mar 19 - 09:42 AM (#3980742) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Prisoner's Child - Kenneth Houchins From: GUEST Many thanks Jim! |