No Telephone In Heaven

Now I can't wait on babies, the smiling merchant said
As he stooped and gently toyed with its golden curly head
I want to call up mama, came the answer full and free
Would you telephone and ask her when [bad word] back to me
My child, the merchant murmured
As he stroked the anxious brow
No telephone connection
Where your mother lives at now
No telephone in heaven
And the tears sprang in her eyes
I thought God had everything
With him up in the sky
Tell her that I get so lonesome that I don't know what to do
And papa cries so much I guess he must be lonesome, too
Tell her [bad word] to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid
With no one there to kiss me when the lights begin to fade
My child, the merchant murmured
As he stroked the anxious brow
No telephone connection
Where your mother lives at now
No telephone in heaven
And the tears sprang in her eyes
I thought God had everything
With him up in the sky
All through the day I wander since my dolly's got so tore
Where the awful punching brother give it with his little sword
They ain't no one to fix it since mama's gone away
And poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day
My child, the merchant murmured
As he stroked the anxious brow
No telephone connection
Where your mother lives at now
No telephone in heaven
And the tears sprang in her eyes
I thought God had everything
With him up in the sky
 [bad word] break]