Текст песни Hank Snow - Little Joe
Hank Snow - Little Joe слова песни
Written by - A.P. Carter - Maybelle Carter - Sara CarterRecorded by - Hank SnowWhat will the birds do, mother, in the springWhen they stop to gather crumbs around the doorWill they fly from the trees half as nice with gleeAskin` why Joe wanders out no moreWhat will the kitten do, mother, all aloneWill he stop from his frolick for the dayWill he lie on his rug by the side of my bedAs he did before I went awayWhat will Thomas, that old gardener, sayWhen you ask him for flowers for meWill he give you a rose he has tended with careThe first, fairest bloom of the treeI have seen the tears in his honest, old eyesBut he said it was the wind that brought them thereAs he gazed on my cheeks growing paler each dayAnd his hand went trembling through my hairKeep tied, mother, my poor little dogFor I know he will mourn for me tooJust keep him when old and useless he growsSleepin` the whole summer throughShow him my coat, mother, so he`ll not forgetHis master who then will be deadJust speak to him kindly and often of JoeAnd pat him on his brown, shaggy headAnd you, dearest mother, may miss me for a whileBut in Heaven I`ll no larger growAnd any kind angel will know at the gateWhen you ask for your darlin` little Joe