Little Joe Songtext
von Peter Rowan

What will the birds do, mother in the spring?
Will they gather the crumbs around our door?
Will they fly from their nest at the top at the tree
And ask why Joe wanders out no more?

What will the kitten do, mother all alone?
Will she stray from her frolic for a day?
Will she lie on my bed, beside my pillow
Like she did before I went away?


And what will Thomas, the old gardener say
When you ask him for flowers for me?
Will he give you a rose he has tended with care
The first, fairest bloom of the tree?

And you, dearest mother, shall miss me for a while
In heaven, no large drop row
And any kind of danger you meet at the gate
Will take you to your darlin′ little Joe
And any kind of danger you ask at the gate
Will take you to your darlin' little Joe