My heart soon grows light, with the vision so bright,
Of the face that is waiting me there,
As she stands in the window with mother close by,
Who softly strokes each little curl;
And soon as she sees me, so gladly she’ll cry,
My own little dear baby girl!
Chorus.
’Tis a dear little face at the window,
With a smile and a heart full of glee;
More precious than pearl, is my dear baby girl,