Who waits at the window for me!
How often I’ve thought of the joy she has brought,
To home and to mother and me,
Of one tearful day, when in sickness she lay,
And we missed her sweet laughter so free,
But the kind angels left her to our care and love,
To brighten our home here below;
And naught here on earth, or in Heaven above,
Can equal our treasure, I know!—Chorus.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 10 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.