Collected by M.C. Parler Sung by Mrs. Faye Bell,
Mrs. Loona McGlocklin, For Arkansas Folklore Archives Mrs. Leona Kimble
Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
July 1960 Reel 377 Item 3
The Blind Child
They tell me father that tonight You wed another bride,
That you will clasp her in your arms Where my dear mother died.
Then she will lay her grateful head Upon your manly breast
Where her who you loved, cold and dead,
In life right there did rest.
They say her name is Mary too,
The name my mother bore,
But, Father, is she kind and true,
Like her you loved before?
And is her step so soft and low,
Her voice so sweet and mild,
And do you think that she will love Your blind and helpless child.The Blind Child continued
Dear Father do not bid me come To meet your lovely bride;
I could not meet her in the room Where my dear mother died.
Her picture hanging on the wall,
Her books are lying there,
And there's the harp her fingers touched, And there's her vacant chair.
The chair whereby I used to kneel To say my evening prayer;
Dear Father, it would break my heart!
I could not meet her there.
I love you but I want to go To that fine home on hight,
Where God is mighty and I know There'll be no blind ones there.
And as I cry myself to sleep As now I often do Then softly to my chamber creep My new mamma and you.The Blind Child continued
Now let me kneel down by your side And to our Savior pray
That God's right hand may lead you both Through life's long weary way.
The prayer was offered and the song,
I'm weary now she said,
He picked her up in his strong arms And laid her on the bed.
And as he turned to leave the room,
One joyful cry was given;
He turned and caught the last sweet smile,
His blind child was in Heaven.
They buried her by her mother's side And raised the marble fair;
On it inscribed in simple words,
"They'll be no blind ones there."
They learned this from their father who was born in
Ozark, Ark., and whose family came from Tennessee by way
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