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I Hear A Sweet Voice Calling

Our little girl had taken sick one evening

As she walked home from shcool

And then her deathbed soon claimed her

It made us so sad and so blue

Then she called me close to her bedside

And whispered these words soft and low

Tell mommy to come to me quickly

I want to kiss you both and go


I hear a sweet voice calling

way up in Heaven on high

God has made room for your daughter

Oh mommy and daddy dont cry

Take care of little brother

Tell him I'm gone to rest

I know his little heart is broken

He's all that you have left

Then she closed eyes forever

Never to see us no more

Until we meet our darlin

On that bright and peaceful shore



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