American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 The Watcher
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
THE WATCHER.
The night was dark and fearful,
The blast swept wailing by,
A watcher, pale and tearful,
Looked forth with anxious eye.
How wistfully she gazeth,
No gleam of mourn is there,
Her eyes to heaven she raiseth
In agony of prayer.
How wistfully she gazeth, &c.
Within that dwelling lonely,
Where want and darkness reign,
Her precious child, her only,
Lay moaning in his pain.
And death alone can free him,
She feels that this must be,
But, oh! for morn to see him
Smile once again on me.
And death alone can free him, &c.
A hundred lights are glancing
In yonder mansion far,
And merry feet are dancing,
They heed not mourning there.
Oh! young joyous creatures,
One lamp from out your store
Would give that poor boy's features
To his mother's gaze once more.
Oh! young joyous creatures, &c.
The morning sun is shining,
She heedeth not its ray,
Beside her dead reclining,
The pale, dead mother lay.
A smile her lips were wreathing,
A smile of hope and love,
And though she still were breathing,
There's light for us above.
A smile her lips were wreathing, &c.