Mamma Who Bore Me

[Wendla:] Mama who bore me Mama who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so bad Mama, the weeping Mama, the angels No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem Some pray that one day Christ will come a'-callinThey light a candle And hope that it glows And some just lie there Crying for him to come and find them But when he comes they don't know how to go Mama who bore me Mama who gave me No way to handle things