Mama, who bore me,
Mama, who gave me
No way to handle things,
Who made me so sad.
Mama, the weeping,
Mama, the angels
No sleep in heaven
Or bethlehem
Some pray that one day
Christ will come a callin
They light a candle
And hope that it glows
Some just lie there crying
For him to come and find them
But when he comes,
They don't know how to go
Mama, who bore me
Mama, who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so bad.
Mama, the weeping,
Mama, the angels,
No sleep in heaven,
Or bethlehem