Cradle's Empty, Baby's Gone.
Copyright, 1880, by Will H. Kennedy.
Little empty cradle, treasured now with care,
Though thy precious burden it has fled;
How we miss the locks of curly golden hair
Peeping from the tiny snow white bed;
When the dimpled cheeks and laughing little eyes,
From the rumpled pillow shone,
Then we gazed with gladness, now we look and sigh:
Empty is the cradle, baby's gone,
Baby left her cradle for the golden shore,
O'er the silvery water she has flown;
Gone to join the angels, peaceful evermore,
Empty is the cradle, baby's gone.
Near a shady valley stands a grassy mound,
Underneath my little darling sleeps;
Blossoms sweet and roses cluster all around,
Overhead the willow silent weeps;
There we laid our loved one in the long ago,
Still my heart doth sadly morn;
Though she's with the angels, still I fain would weep:
Empty is the cradle, baby's gone. - Chorus.