I Hear A Sweet Voice Calling

Our little girl taken sick one evening

As she walked home from school

And then her death bed soon claimed her

It made us so sad and so blue

Then she called us close to her bedside

And whispered these words soft and low,

"Tell Mommy to come to me quickly,

I want to kiss you both and go"

I hear a sweet voice calling

Way up in heaven on high

God has made room for your daughter,

Oh Mommy and Daddy don't cry

Take care of little brother

Tell him I've gone to rest

I know his little heart is broken

He's all that you have left

Then she closed her eyes forever

Never to see us no more

Until we meet our darling

On that bright and peaceful shore

I hear a sweet voice calling

Way up in heaven on high

God has made room for your daughter,

Oh Mommy and Daddy don't cry

From Parmley & McCoury “Families of Tradition” CD