And you, dear papa, would sit on the ground,
And kiss me, and tell me “good-bye;”
Then I’d go up the ladder, far out of your sight,
Till I came to the door in the sky.
I wonder if God keeps the door fastened tight?
If but one little crack I could see,
I would whisper, “Please, God, let this little girl in,
She’s as weary and tired as can be.
“She came all alone from the earth to the sky,
For she’s always been wanting to see