In a room so lonely and cheerless
Sits a woman, all alone
By her, a cradle stands empty
And o'er it she sobs and she moans:
"My husband, he no longer loves me
His love and our dear baby died
I'll leave him at home forever
And out in this old world abide"
She packed baby's things in a bundle
While the tears rolled down her cheeks
"I never, no never, would leave him
If ever a kind word he'd speak."
Just then the door softly was opened
A man took the bundle away
He laid the things out on the table
And softly to her he did say:
"One little stocking for you, dear
One little blue shoe is for me
The baby's wrap and its smallest cap
We'll keep in memory