Collected by M.C. Parler and Electa Smith Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by Bea Jones Rt. 1, Springdale, Ark Feb. 6,1964
Reel 437 Item 3
Come all you good people I'll sing to you a song Concerning little Alice Summers Who was lost so long.
Although she was a small child,
Not hardly three years old,
She was lost from her parents And exposed to the cold.
She was lost from her parents Without her mother's aid,
A-wandering all the night,
You know she was afraid.
The neighbors hunted faithfully But all proved in vain,
For the lost child could not be found 'Till daylight came again.
The broken-hearted mother,
She hunted faithfully;
She searched in all the waters,
But no Alice could she see.
As her tears ran to the ground,
Her prayers ascended high,
High up to the heavens Bright mansions in the sky.
So early next morning The neighbors gathered in;
The search for poor Alice Did early begin.
They had sent for her father Who came a-riding down,
But the only news that he could hear His child had not been found.The people hunted all day long Until late afternoon When Mrs. Summers sent for them To come into her room.
"I want you, all my Christian friends,
To sing a song and pray,
For I know the Lord has surely come And taken her away."
But the neighbors all prevailed with her
To make another round
The child might yet be found.
And when the crowd had started The news soon came back To the broken-hearted mother They had found its little tracks.
And oh what joy this brought to her No human tongue man tell;
She arose and went up to the door And heard them raise the yell:
"The child is found and yet alive."
Was all that she could hear.
They brought it safely to her arms And offered up a prayer.
It was Milton Camdon Who was the lucky man;
He found the little lost child With acorns in her hands.
He told me that he found her At four o'clock that day,
Just sitting down between two logs All by herself to play.
The first thing little Alice said,
"I want to see my Ma."
He took her up all in his arms,
And quickly he did go.
And when he had monnted on his horse,
He loudly raised the cry,
And told them that he'd fonnd the child As he rode swiftly by.
The neighbors all came gathering in Like bees into a hive,
Offering up their prayers That the child was yet alive.
The Lord He had protected her Alone beneath the bowers With no one to comfort her For twenty-six long hours.
Alice Summers (continued)
Alice Summers (continued)
No doubt it was the angels;
It's not for us to know,
But the Lord had protected her Safely from every foe.
The angels watched her while she slept, She said she saw the moon And saw the red sun rising Next morning so soon.
Come all of you young parents,
A warning take from me,
Don't ever leave your little ones Without some company.
For you'll never know their danger Until it is too late,
And then you have to suffer This awful, asful fate.
(Bea's cousin, Ola Fitzjarrell who lives in Lavaca, Ark., is a descendant of Alice Summers. This is a true story that happened near Emminence, Mo..)
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