Our little girl taken sick one evening As she walked home from school And in her death bed soon bring her It made us so sad and so blue Then she called me close to her beside And whispered these words soft and low: "Tell mommy to come to me quickly I want to kiss you both then go" I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in heaven on high God has made room for you, daughter Oh, mommy and daddy don't cry Take care of my little brother Tell him I've gone to rest I know his little heart is broken He's all that you have left Then she closed her eyes forever Never to see us no more Until we meet our darling On that bright and peaceful shore I hear a sweet voice calling Way up in heaven on high God has made room for you, daughter Oh mommy and daddy don't cry