https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czfukNlFYIQIn a room at the hospital
where the white beds are
there laid a little deathly ill girl
pale and worn with curly hair.
Every heart she won that li'l girl
When she laid there, kind and mild
Carried her pain, without complaint
with a childish patience
So one day she asked the doctor
Who were standing by her side
Could I come home by easter
To my dear beloved mom?
The Doctor answers the little one
No my child, no you can't.
but by pentecost it could be
that you can go home to your mom
Pentecost came with green birches
Flowers cover land and field
but the tiny, little ill girl
laid there still in her bed
So again she ask the doctor
Who were standing by her side
Could I come home by christmas
To my dear beloved mom?
The Doctor doesn't answer the li'l one
But he softly stroked her golden hair
and with tears in his eyes
He turn his back and walks away
Now she's sleeping in the ground
Separated from sickness and from mom
No she is at God Father's side,
where no sickness can come
The winter came,
Snow fell on the little girls tomb
Where she sleeps in the dark earth
She never returned home to her mom
