Hank Snow - Put My Little Shoes Away |
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Put My Little Shoes Away
Hank Snow Mother dear, come bathe my forehead For I'm growing very weak Mother, let one drop of water Fall upon my burnin' cheek Tell my loving, little playmates That I never more shall play Put my little shoes away Give them all my toys but, Mother (You will do this, Mother, won't you) (Put my little shoes away) Give them all my toys but, Mother Put my little shoes away Santa Claus, he brought them to me With a lot of other things And I think he brought an angel With a pair of golden wings Mother, soon I'll be an angel By, perhaps, another day So if you will, my dearest Mother Put my little shoes away (You will do this, Mother, won't you) (Put my little shoes away) Give them all my toys but, Mother Put my little shoes away |
