Poor Little Orphaned Boy

My mother died when I was young, my sisters they were sad, they lay their hands upon my head and taught me how to pray. So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy, and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy. ( ) When I was only two years old, I never shall forget, a parting kiss she gave to me, I sometimes feel it yet. So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy, and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy. ( ) When I was sick and every hour she watched me as I lay, and with her kind and gentle hand she smoothed me tenderly. So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy, and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy. ( ) So now I press this world alone, her love with me shall stay, and from the throne above the skies her smiles shall rest on me. So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy, and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy. ( )