Little Joe Lyrics - Hank Snow

What will the birds do mother in the spring 

When they stop to gather crumbs around the door 

Will they fly from the trees half as nice with glee 

Asking why Joe wanders out no more 

What will the kitten do mother all alone 

Will he stop from his frolick for the day 

Will he lie on his rug by the side of my bed 

As he did before I went away 

What will Thomas that old gardener say 

When you ask him for flowers for me 

Will he give you a rose he has tended with care 

The first fairest bloom of the tree 

[ clarinet - guitar ] 

I have seen the tears in his honest old eyes 

But he said it was the wind that brought them there 

As he gazed on my cheeks growing paler each day 

And his hand went trembling through my hair 

Keep tied mother my poor little dog 

For I know he'll mourn for me too 

Just keep him when old and useless he grows 

Sleeping the whole summer through 

Show him my coat mother so he'll not forget 

His master who then will be dead 

Just speak to him kindly and often of Joe 

And pat him on his brown shaggy head 

And you dearest mother may miss me for a while 

But in heaven I'll no larger grow 

And any kind angel will know at the gate 

When you ask for your darling little Joe