LITTLE OLD LADY
(Music: Charles P. Shisler / Lyrics: Bob Murphy - 1924)





I have had letters, letters of joy
I have had letters of pain
I got a letter from someone today
I read it again and again

From a little old lady
With hair turning grey
I answered her quickly
And had this to say

Little old lady, I'm coming home
I'm coming back to you
Little old lady, no more I'll roam
My roving days are through

Tears that I've cost you
I'll try my best to repay
So, little old lady, your rockabye baby
Is coming home to stay

Wonderful mother, mother of mine
Little old lady so grey
Now I am yearning for just you alone
And you are so far away

Like the black sheep of old
I'll return to the fold
To you my dear mother
Mother of gold

Little old lady, I'm coming home
I'm coming back to you
Little old lady, no more I'll roam
My roving days are through

Tears that I've cost you
I'll try my best to repay
So, little old lady, your rockabye baby
Is coming home to stay



(Contributed by Mel Priddle - December 2018)