To something she loved and knew;
And over her doubt comes dawning
Sense of the dear and true.
"I do n't know if it be I," she sighs;
"But if after all it be,
There 's a little heart at home in the skies,
And he 'll know me!"
To something she loved and knew;
And over her doubt comes dawning
Sense of the dear and true.
"I do n't know if it be I," she sighs;
"But if after all it be,
There 's a little heart at home in the skies,
And he 'll know me!"