Poor Little Orphaned Boy - The Carter Family

I hear a low faint voice that says

Papa and mama’s dead

And it comes from the poor orphan child

That must be clothed and fed

And it comes from the poor orphan child

That must be clothed and fed

And it comes from the poor orphan child

That must be clothed and fed

Saviour, lead them by the hand

(Saviour, lead them by the hand

Yes, gently lead them by the hand)

Saviour, lead them by the hand

(Saviour, lead them by the hand

Yes, gently lead them by the hand)

Saviour, lead them by the hand

(Saviour, lead them by the hand

Yes, gently lead them by the hand)

Until they all reach that glittering strand

See all the many children now

Poor little boys and girls

Who want that mother’s loving hand

To smooth their golden curls

Who want that mother’s loving hand

To smooth their golden curls

Who want that mother’s loving hand

To smooth their golden curls

But now we see those wandering curls

Hang careless 'round their brow

They say to us, my papa’s dead

And I’ve no mother now

They say to us, my papa’s dead

And I’ve no mother now

They say to us, my papa’s dead

And I’ve no mother now

O Saviour, every orphan bless

Wherever they may roam

Bless every hand that lends them aid

And bless the orphan’s home

Bless every hand that lends them aid

And bless the orphan’s home

Bless every hand that lends them aid

And bless the orphan’s home