Answer To Little Blossom - Hank Snow
Oh dear, I'm so sad and heart broken Waiting in my prison cell To be trialed for the death of sweet blossom My baby, that I loved so well. Last night as I drank in the barroom Through the front door my little girl came I watched as she slowly approached me And trembled as she spoke my name. My mind was wounded from drinking As I looked on her face sweet and fair I thought that a demon approached me For I strucked her down with my chair. In a flash with my reason returning In pride I looked down at my feet And saw not the form of a demon But my little blossom so sweet. --- Instrumental --- I gathered her close to my bossom Her life was fast fading away Dear God, I have murdered my baby And now with my life I must pay. I'm thinking tonight of that June day I walked down the aisle with my bride When I promised to love and protect her She then was my joy and my pride. But soon I had started to drinking And now I've brought death to our home Oh, why must the innocent suffer And then reap just what they have sown. I pray to my Maker in Glory For this deed I might be forgiven And I hope that the circle I've broken Will soon be mattered in heaven...
Artist: Hank Snow
Title: Answer To Little Blossom