(Hank Snow)



Dear Mother, said a poor blind boy

That little bird sings very long

And do you see him in his joy

And is he pretty as his song?



The mother looked and replied

I see that bird on yonder tree

The poor boy smiled and softly said

Mother I wish that I could see.



Yet, I the fragrant flowers can smell

And I can feel the green leaves shade

And I can hear the notes that swell

From those dear birds that God has made.



So mother God to me is kind

Though sightless he has not given

But tell me is there any blind

Among the children up in heaven.



Blind, oh no, my friend I am not blind

My eyes may be closed but I don't mind

For I see things far beyond your sight

'Cause God gave me a sense to guide me alright.



You don't understand

How happy I can be

Friend life's not made up alone

Of what our eyes can see.



Why you can see mountains

And rivers and trees

And you can find beauty in the flowers

And the birds and the bees.



Why I find a beauty

That you'll never know

The kind that comes from way inside

The kind that comforts so.



I've learned to think of everything

As beautiful and bright

'Cause God gave me that inner sense

To take the place of light.



Oh nom my darlin', they all see

But why ask me, but why ask me you think so odd

Why mother, God's so good to me

I thought I'd like to look at God.



Will be so nice when I can see

But mother when you get up there

Please tell me, mother, that it's you

Because I've never saw you here,



He said no more but fondly smiled

Until the finale blow was given

And God took up that poor blind boy

And opened first his eyes in heaven...