Collected for M.C.Parler Collected and transcribed by Sara Jo Fendley
XXX THE BLIND CHILD
They say dear papa that tonight You'll wed another bride You will clasp her in your arms Where my dear mother died.
That she will lean her graceful head Upon your tender breast Where she who now lies low in death In her last hours did rest
They say her name is Mary, too The name my mother bore And papa is she kind and true like the one you've loved before
And are her steps so soft and low her voice so sweet and mild and papa will she love me too your blind and helpless child
Her picture is hanging on the wall her bible lying near
and there's the harp her fingers touched and there's her vacant chair
The chair where by I used to kneel to say my evening's prayer dear papa it would break my heart if I could not meet her there
Then 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 a marble fair on it inscribed those simple words there'll be no blind ones there
Leslie, Arkansas, Jan 12, 1964 sung and played on banjo by Sara Jo Fendley. Learned from grandmother.
Reel 420, Item 15
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