Lyrics of I wish my baby was born

I wish, i wish my baby was born
Sittin on her mama's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass is growing over thee.

Oh i'm not no saint, no i never shall be
Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree
Still i hope that the day will come
When you and i will walk as one.

I wish i wish my baby was born
Sittin on her papa's knee
But you poor girl are dead and gone
And grass growing over thee.