Frances in heaven
Our heart is torn next to the tree
Oh God believe me
Beware of this little darling you'll see
She sure has met the old Louis
And kissed him as if she was twenty
Shine high
Sleep tight old mommy
Your son has waited so long
For your coming he will be there
And maybe he will sing you a song
Give my best regards to him
To your child I have never known
Shine high