Hank Thompson
Little Blossom
[Verse 1]
Oh, dear, I am so tired and so lonesome
I wonder why Mama don't come
She told me to close my pretty blue eyes
And when I awoke, she'll be home
[Verse 2]
I guess I'll go out and find Papa
He must've stopped in at the store
That great long room filled with bottles
I wish he would go there no more
[Verse 3]
Sometimes he's so sick when he comes home
He staggers and falls on the stairs
And once when he came in the parlor
He kicked at my poor little chair
[Verse 4]
But I love him, I guess I'll go find him
I know he will gladly come home
And then it won't be so lonesome
Waiting for Mama to come
[Verse 5]
"Oh, Daddy," she cried when she reached him
Her voice ringing out sweet and clear
I knew if I come, I would find you
And now I am glad I am here
[Verse 6]
For a moment, the red eyes gazed wildly
Into that face sweet and fair
And just as a demon possessed him
He grabbed for the back of a chair
[Verse 7]
In a moment, the whole thing was over
The work of his deed was complete
And poor little innocent Blossom
Lay quivering and crushed at his feet
[Verse 8]
He clasped a bright arm to his bosom
And fondled her sweet curly hair
For a moment, the baby's lips trembled
And then little Blossom was dead