THE ANSWER TO LITTLE BLOSSOM   (arr. Hank Snow)   « © '58 Hill & Range Songs »      Oh dear I'm so sad and heart broken waiting in my prison cell   To be tried for the death of sweet blossom my baby that I loved so well   Last night as I drank in the barroom through the front door my little girl came   I watched as she slowly approached me and trembled as she spoke my name   My mind was wounded from drinking as I looked on her face sweet and fair   I thought that a demon approached me for I struck her down with my chair   In a flash with my reason returning in pride I looked down at my feet   And saw not the foam of a demon but my little blossom so sweet   I gathered her close to my bosom her life was fast fading away   Dear God I have murdered my baby and now with my life I must pay   I'm thinking tonight of that June day I walked down the aisle with my bride   When I promised to love and protect her she then was my joy and my pride   But soon I had started to drinking and now I've brought death to our home   Oh why must the innocence suffer and then reap just what they have sown   I pray to my Maker in Glory for this deed I might be forgiven   And I hope that the circle I broken will soon be mattered in heaven