Letra de I Wish My Baby Was Born

I wish, i wish my baby was born
Sittin' on her mama's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass is growing over thee

Oh i'm not no saint, no i never shall be
'till the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still i hope that the day will come
When you and i will walk as one

I wish i wish my baby was born
Sittin' on her papa's knee
But you poor girl are dead and gone
And grass growing over thee