Today I’m gonna march down to the river
and collect pots o’ silver.
My apologies in advance fah missin’ dinner.
When you told me what was goin’ on
my heart right done jittered to the floor.
But I promise I won’t be bitter
Imma work day and night ta make you better
Cash can fix anything nowadays, can’t it?
Daddy don’t get up-I’ll fix your pillow
Is there a draft or somethin’ why’d you shiver?
I gotta run along now
I promise Daddy, that sifter ain’t gonna sift itself
I ain’t gonna quit until I done turned that river into a sandpit.
Do you see the light yet Daddy?
I reckon it’s near
Your hands are gettin’ colder by the minute
But Imma squeeze your hand tight till’ He Himself appears
Nah daddy give me back that hand-
Keeping it warm is my pleasure.
Hang in there Daddy, be brave-
Nothin’ to fear
Your little girl is here.