Now I can't wait on baby the smiling merchant said
As stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head
I want to call up mamma came the answer full and free
Will you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to 
me

My child the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious 
brow
No telephone connection where your mother lives at now
No telephone in heaven and a tear sprang in her eyes
I thought God had everything with him up in the sky

Tell her that I get so lonesome that I don't know what to 
do
And pappa cries so much I guess he must be lonesome too
Tell her to come to baby cause at night I get so 'fraid
With no one there to kiss me when the lights begin to 
fade

All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so 
sore
With the awful punching brother give it with his little 
sword
There aint no one to fix it since mamma's gone away
And poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every 
day