Lyrics:

Wendla
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things, who made me so sad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem

Some pray that one day, Christ will come a-callin'
They light a candle and hope that it glows
And some just lie there cryin' 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, who made me so bad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem