Lyrics Poor Little Orphaned Boy - The Carter Family

Poor Little Orphaned Boy

I hear a low faint voice that says
Papa and mama’s dead
And it comes from the poor orphan child
That must be clothed and fed
And it comes from the poor orphan child
That must be clothed and fed
And it comes from the poor orphan child
That must be clothed and fed
Saviour, lead them by the hand
(Saviour, lead them by the hand
Yes, gently lead them by the hand)
Saviour, lead them by the hand
(Saviour, lead them by the hand
Yes, gently lead them by the hand)
Saviour, lead them by the hand
(Saviour, lead them by the hand
Yes, gently lead them by the hand)
Until they all reach that glittering strand
See all the many children now
Poor little boys and girls
Who want that mother’s loving hand
To smooth their golden curls
Who want that mother’s loving hand
To smooth their golden curls
Who want that mother’s loving hand
To smooth their golden curls
But now we see those wandering curls
Hang careless 'round their brow
They say to us, my papa’s dead
And I’ve no mother now
They say to us, my papa’s dead
And I’ve no mother now
They say to us, my papa’s dead
And I’ve no mother now
O Saviour, every orphan bless
Wherever they may roam
Bless every hand that lends them aid
And bless the orphan’s home
Bless every hand that lends them aid
And bless the orphan’s home
Bless every hand that lends them aid
And bless the orphan’s home