[00:00.00] 作曲 : A.P. Carter
[00:03.75]I hear a low faint voice of death call
[00:14.22]Full and mamma's dead
[00:21.81]And it comes from the poor orphan child
[00:22.77]That must be clothed and fed
[00:27.66]And it calls from the poor orphan child
[00:28.77]That must be clothed and fed
[00:32.91]And it calls from the poor orphan child
[00:33.87]That must be clothed and fed
[00:35.91]Savior lead them by the hand
[00:37.23](Gently lead them by the hand)
[00:43.89]Savior lead them by the hand
[00:44.64](Gently lead them by the hand)
[01:25.86]Savior lead them by the hand
[01:27.99]Till they all reach that glittering strand
[01:30.12]They call from mended children mouths
[01:31.95][Unverified] poor little boys and girls
[01:35.22]Who once had loved their loving hands
[01:35.97]To smooth their golden curls
[01:36.99]Who wanted mothers loving hands
[01:37.68]To smooth their golden curls
[01:39.00]Who wanted mothers loving hands
[01:39.72]To smooth their golden curls
[01:41.01]But now we see those wandering curls
[01:47.79]Hang gallop round their brow
[01:52.32]They say to us my pappa's dead
[01:57.06]And I've no mother now
[02:01.77]They say to us my pappa's dead
[02:05.28]And I've no mother now
[02:09.99]They say to us my pappa's dead
[02:13.56]And I've no mother now
[02:20.61]Oh, savior every orphan breath
[02:30.63]Wherever they may roam
[02:31.05]Bless every hand that leaves them
[02:35.07]Aid and bless the orphan home
[02:42.99]Bless every hand that leaves them
[02:48.72]Aid and bless the orphan home
[03:07.50]Bless every hand that leaves them
[03:13.08]Aid and bless the orphan home

作曲 : A.P. Carter
I hear a low faint voice of death call
Full and mamma's dead
And it comes from the poor orphan child
That must be clothed and fed
And it calls from the poor orphan child
That must be clothed and fed
And it calls from the poor orphan child
That must be clothed and fed
Savior lead them by the hand
(Gently lead them by the hand)
Savior lead them by the hand
(Gently lead them by the hand)
Savior lead them by the hand
Till they all reach that glittering strand
They call from mended children mouths
poor little boys and girls
Who once had loved their loving hands
To smooth their golden curls
Who wanted mothers loving hands
To smooth their golden curls
Who wanted mothers loving hands
To smooth their golden curls
But now we see those wandering curls
Hang gallop round their brow
They say to us my pappa's dead
And I've no mother now
They say to us my pappa's dead
And I've no mother now
They say to us my pappa's dead
And I've no mother now
Oh, savior every orphan breath
Wherever they may roam
Bless every hand that leaves them
Aid and bless the orphan home
Bless every hand that leaves them
Aid and bless the orphan home
Bless every hand that leaves them
Aid and bless the orphan home