I Hear a Sweet Voice Calling

I Hear a Sweet Voice Calling - Bill Monroe

Our little girl taken sick one evening

As she walked home from school

And in her death bed soon bring her

It made us so sad and so blue

Then she called me close to her bedside

And whispered these words soft and low

Tell mommy to come to me quickly

I want to kiss you both then go

I hear a sweet voice calling

Way up in heaven on high

God has made room for you daughter

Oh mommy and daddy don't cry

Take care of my little brother

Tell him I've gone to rest

I know his little heart is broken

He's all that you have left

Then she closed her eyes forever

Never to see us no more

Until we meet our darling

On that bright and peaceful shore

I hear a sweet voice calling

Way up in heaven on high

God has made room for you daughter

Oh mommy and daddy don't cry