LITTLE FOOTSTEPS.
Song and Chorus by J. A. Barney.
Little footsteps, soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door,
How I love to hear their trample,
As I heard in days of yore.
Tiny feet that traveled lightly
In this weary world of woe,
Now silent in yonder churchyard,
Neath the dismal grave below.
Chorus.
Little footsteps, soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking,
By the golden river’s shore;
And my heart it yearns with sadness,
When I pass that cottage door.
Sweetly, now, the angels carol
Tidings from our loved one, far,
That she still does hover o’er us,
And will be our guiding star,
Chorus.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking, etc.
Little footsteps now will journey
In the world of sin no more;
Ne’er they’ll press the sandbanks lightly,
By the golden river’s shore.
Mother, weep not; father, grieve not,
Try to smooth your trouble o’er,
For I’ll think of her as sleeping,
Not as dead, but gone before.
Chorus.
Little footsteps now will journey, etc.