Collected by Billy Whitfield and Steve Butler For M. C. Parler
Sung by Mr. Otis Williams Wesley, Arkansas
December 27, 1959
Reel 327, Item 4
Oh little light in the window Like a spot on a fevered cheek, Where hopeless feet tread softly And helpless hands are weak.
A little boy lay choking White-face quick fleeting breath, And a woman sits in dumb despair And grapples the monster death.
Oh little grave on the hillside Out there in the blackest night, Where a woman's hope lie buried In a little robe of white.
Oh God of the night of darkness, Oh God of a woman's tears,
Keep, keep my heart from breaking Against the bitter years.
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