Daughter, dear daughter, come sit by my side While the prairie is blooming I fear for my time I've seen my great crossing asleep in my dreams Hold my hand, little loved one, and listen to me Daughter, dear daughter, when I was young My dreams were like diamonds, I'd hold them and run But treasures on earth are empty and cold Your fortune will find you in the worth of your soul When I get to Heaven all the angels will sing And there I will dwell in the mansions of kings They buried my mother ten years ago Spring on the wind covered prairie the morning dove sings I wander this earth and fear not my home In the stillness of evening I hear her song When I get to Heaven all the angels will sing And there I will dwell in the mansions of kings