I Wish My Baby Was Born

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

Oh I'm not no saint
No I never shall be
Til 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.