An o ld man was si tting at his t able one d ay
W riting a l etter to p ass time a way
His l ittle grandd aughter climbed u p on his k nee
Said w on't you please w rite a l etter for m e?
Oh w hat will I s ay in this l etter I p ray
Tell m ommy I m iss her since s he went a way
And I'm c oming to se e her r eal soon I h ope
He c hoked back a b ig lump that r ose in his t hroat
Tell m ommy I lo ve her the l ittle girl s aid
And I p ray every e v'ning 'fore I go to b ed
That G od up in h eaven will a nswer my p rayer
And t ake me to l ive with my m ommy up t here
He s ealed it and w rote on that b ig envel ope
To G od up in h eaven you'll g et this I h ope
He s tamped it and h anded it t o her to m ail
Her b ig eyes were s hining her l ittle face p ale
She was c rossing the st reet to the b ox o'er the w ay
And w hen she stepped o ut never l ooked either w ay
A b ig auto h it her and s ped away f ast
The l ittle girls' p rayers had been a nswered at l ast
The p ostman was p assing and p icked up the n ote
Add ressed to the M aster and t hese words he s poke
Straight u p into he aven this l etter did g o
She's h appy up t here with her m ommy I k now