Lyrics

"Wendi Shires"
© 2024, Gordon Thomas Ward

Hello, I’m Wendi Shires.
I’m forever three years old.
I died upon an Eastertide many years ago.
Mama mourned and buried me
In our plot beside the sea.
And I’d watch her every day
Lay flowers on my grave.

I had to let my mama know
That I was still around.
My spirit was alive and well, not in that cold, hard ground,
So, I played with my flowers
And built a little house.
Mama thought what I had made
Was just wicked children’s play.

So, I rearranged my flowers
And shaped them like a sun.
I couldn’t wait until my mama saw what I had done.
When she came next morning,
She was shocked and made a plan.
Well, someone was gonna pay
For messin’ with my grave.

Heaven’s little angel, on Earth I chose to roam,
Waiting for my mama, refusing to go home.
I cannot be without her. I surely love her so,
And I won’t cross over, no, not until we both can go.

Mama parked herself out yonder
Underneath the graveyard trees.
Far enough to be concealed but close enough to see.
She watched and waited. No one came,
But before she up and left.
On my grave one word she found, “Mama,”
Spelled in flowers on the ground.

She consulted with a mystic
Just to see what could be done.
He said, “Lay 12 pebbles ‘round her grave. Take photos from each one.”
When she got those pictures,
One took her breath away.
I was kneeling by my stone
Just like I was flesh and bone.

Heaven’s little angel, on Earth I chose to roam,
Waiting for my mama, refusing to go home.
I cannot be without her. I surely love her so,
And I won’t cross over, no, not until we both can go.

Ohhhhh

Mama told this story
Only to her closest friends.
We shared a bond for 14 years, a love that would not end.
One day they brought my mama down
With some flowers of her own.
When they laid her next to me,
Well, I knew we both were free.

Heaven’s little angel, on Earth I chose to roam,
Waiting for my mama, refusing to go home.
I cannot be without her. I surely love her so,
And I won’t cross over, no, not until we both can go.

Hello, I’m Wendi Shires.
I’m forever three years old.
I died upon an Eastertide many years ago.
You will no longer find me
Living here among the dead.
Mama took me by the hand
And led me to the Promised Land.
Mama, mama, mama led me by the hand
Right into the Promised Land.