Bluegrass Songs - Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk Put my little shoes away 
Come and bathe my forehead, Mother For I'm growing very weak Let one drop of water, Mother Fall upon my burning cheek Tell I nevermore will play Give them all my toys, but Mother Put my little shoes away 
Santa claus he brought them to me With a lot of other things And I think he brought an angel With a pair of golden wings I will be an nagel, Mother By perhaps another day You will do this for me, Mother Put my little shoes away 
Soon the baby will be larger Then they'll fit his little feet And he'll lock so nice and cunning When he walks upon the street I'm going to leave you, Mother So remember what I say You will do this for me, Mother Put my little shoes away 
Now I'm growing tired, dear Mother Soon I'll say to you good day Always remember what I told you Put my little shoes away I'm about to leave you, Mother 
So remember what I say You will do this for me, Mother Put my little shoes away