Answer to Little Blossom

(arr. Hank Snow)



Oh dear, I'm so sad and heart broken

Waiting in my prison cell

To be trialed for the death of sweet blossom

My baby, that I loved so well.



Last night as I drank in the barroom

Through the front door my little girl came

I watched as she slowly approached me

And trembled as she spoke my name.



My mind was wounded from drinking

As I looked on her face sweet and fair

I thought that a demon approached me

For I strucked her down with my chair.



In a flash with my reason returning

In pride I looked down at my feet

And saw not the form of a demon

But my little blossom so sweet.



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I gathered her close to my bossom

Her life was fast fading away

Dear God, I have murdered my baby

And now with my life I must pay.



I'm thinking tonight of that June day

I walked down the aisle with my bride

When I promised to love and protect her

She then was my joy and my pride.



But soon I had started to drinking

And now I've brought death to our home

Oh, why must the innocent suffer

And then reap just what they have sown.



I pray to my Maker in Glory

For this deed I might be forgiven

And I hope that the circle I've broken

Will soon be mattered in heaven...