The song is called "The Night Nursery" from "The Little White House" by Reginald Rigby.. and we had it on an old record - possibly on one of those 78rpm hard carnauba wax ones. Seem to think it could have had another story/song on the flip side - possibly My name is Maxi - I drice a taxi.. but I cannot recall..
My oldest brother Rev Cannon Bruce Jenneker did extensive research - over many years - into its origin, before finally tracking it down through some friend(s) in (I think ) the American Film (and) Music society.. and getting a copy of the original score and giving both my younger brother and I copies.. I seem to have misplaced mine, but will try to track the a copy down.
Hmm.. I think he had the words in a singalong booklet he made for both of our 60th birthdays.. Yep - found it - you're lucky, as I was trying Google to find the words too..
Us three brothers used to sing this beautiful melody since childhood, and it was especially poignant when we sang it at my Dad's wake, some years ago, and recited just a few lines starting from She comes in thru the window..
at my Mom's passing only a fortnight ago!
I cannot but think of, or hum the tune (even in my mind..) without a tear forming in my eyes, a lump in my throat, and pain in my hear..
When Nurse has tucked the bedclothes in,
and stomped across the floor,
she says there's not a single soul
can come in through the door.
But only me and Mick the dog,
who lies along o' me,
know why the skylight's open
and what we're going to see.
For when the sun has gone to sleep
and all the world's in bed,
then someone comes to see us here,
whom Nursey says id dead.
Dad used to a used to call her darling Heart,
but Mother was here name.
And me an Mick were very sad
before our Mother came.
She comes in thru the skylight
for the door is not allowed
Her eyes are bright as little stars
Her dress is like a cloud.
She hold me very kind and tight
and talks about her land,
where all the flowers are boys and girls
with monthers close at hand
But when I want to go woth her,
she says 'twould never do,
'for Daddy would be lonely here, without a boy like you.'
Music: Claude Arundale
Words: The Little White House by Reginald Rigby