Letra de Little Blossom
Oh, dear, I'm feel tired and so lonesome
I wonder why mommy don't come
She told me to close my pretty blue eyes
I wonder why mommy don't come
She told me to close my pretty blue eyes
And when I awoke she'd be home
I guess I'll go out and find papa
He must have stopped in at the store
That great long room filled with bottles
I wish he would go there no more
Sometimes he's so sick when he comes home
He staggers and falls on the stairs
And once when he came in the parlor
He kicked at my poor little chair
But I love him. I guess I'll go find him
I know he would gladly come home
And then it won't be so lonesome
Waiting for mamma to come
Oh, daddy, she cried when she reached him
Her voice ringing out sweet and clear
I knew if I'd come I would find you
And now I am glad I am here
For a moment the red eyes gazed wildly
Into that face sweet and fair
And just as the demon possessed him
He grabbed hold the back of a chair
In a moment the whole thing was over
The work of his deed was complete
And poor little innocent blossom
Lay quivering and crust at his feet
He clutched [?]
And fondled her sweet curly hair
For a moment the baby's head trembled
And then the poor blossom was dead
I guess I'll go out and find papa
He must have stopped in at the store
That great long room filled with bottles
I wish he would go there no more
Sometimes he's so sick when he comes home
He staggers and falls on the stairs
And once when he came in the parlor
He kicked at my poor little chair
But I love him. I guess I'll go find him
I know he would gladly come home
And then it won't be so lonesome
Waiting for mamma to come
Oh, daddy, she cried when she reached him
Her voice ringing out sweet and clear
I knew if I'd come I would find you
And now I am glad I am here
For a moment the red eyes gazed wildly
Into that face sweet and fair
And just as the demon possessed him
He grabbed hold the back of a chair
In a moment the whole thing was over
The work of his deed was complete
And poor little innocent blossom
Lay quivering and crust at his feet
He clutched [?]
And fondled her sweet curly hair
For a moment the baby's head trembled
And then the poor blossom was dead