I Wish My Baby Was Born

Tim Eriksen&Riley Baugus&Tim O'Brien - I Wish My Baby Was Born I wish, I wish my baby was born And sittin' on its papa's knee And me, poor girl And me, poor girl, were dead and gone And the green grass growin' o'er my feet I ain't ahead, nor never will be Till the sweet apple grows On a sour apple tree But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one I wish I wish my love had died And sent his soul to wander free Then we might meet where ravens fly Let our poor bodys rest in peace The owl, the owl Is a lonely bird It chills my heart With dread and terror That someone's blood There on his wings That someone's blood There on his feather