Mother dear come bathe my forehead
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For I’m growing very weak
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Mother let one drop of water
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Fall upon my burning cheek
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I’m going away to leave you mother darling
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And remember what I say
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Do this won’t you please dear mother
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Put my little shoes away
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Santa Claus he brought them to me
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With a lot of other things
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I believe he brought an Angel
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With a pair of golden wings
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Tell my loving little playmates
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That I never more will play
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Give them all my toys but mother
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Put my little shoes away
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I’m going away to leave you mother darling
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And remember what I say
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Do this won’t you please dear mother
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Put my little shoes away
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Put My Little Shoes Away
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| Norah Jones |
