There's Something in the Cradle.
Copyright, l887,by T. B. Kelley.
I know a cosy little home.
Where quiet always used to reign,
But now, if there you chance to roam,
For quiet you will look in vain;
But sunshine seems to round it cling,
And full of joy the hours go by;
The pretty birds, above it sing,
And would you know the reason why?
Say, can you guess the reason why?
Hush! there's something in the cradle,
A tiny, little pet!
And mother fondly whispers.
It's just the sweetest yet!
While "rock-a-bye " she's singing,
Her glad heart " beats with joy;
There's something in the cradleIt's a bouncing baby boy!
Oh, home is never home at all,
And lots of joys 'tis sure to miss.
When on the stairs your footsteps fall,
And there's no baby cheek to kiss!
How proudly, too, a daddy grows,
When plodding from his toil each day;
How soon his weary trouble goes,
To hear those pleasant words that say,
Those ever-welcome words that say:-Chorus.
So, when a jolly smile you see
On any married face you meet,
Or when you hear a sound of glee
While passing thro' some quiet street,
You soon may know the reason why,
Or else to facts you're very blind;
Peep thro' the windows going by,
And this is what you're sure to find,
Yes, very, very sure to find:-Chorus.