I Wish My Baby Was Born

i wish, i wish my baby was born

sittin' on her mama's knee

but you, poor girl are dead and gone

and grass is growing over thee



oh i'm not no saint, no i never shall be

'til the sweet apple grows

on a sour apple tree

still i hope that the day will come

when you and i will walk as one



i wish i wish my baby was born

sittin' on her papa's knee

but you poor girl are dead and gone

and grass growing over thee