My Little Tot's High Chair.
Copyright, 1886, by Willis Woodward A Co.
Words and Music by Edgar Selden.
Most every one In every land holds in remembrance dear
Some token that to no "one else is worth a thought or tear;
But when at night I reach my home I see a sight most fair.
Through window wide I see "inside my little tot's high chair.
My little tot's high chair, my little golden head,
Your little eyes of blue and heart so true, and lips of cherry red;
May care ne'er cross your way. your life be ever fair,
In wealth untold I'll always hold my little tot's high chair.
When work is o'er and I return to wife and babe at home.
No other place is half so dear wherever I may roam;
I clasp my darlings to my breast, no thought of toil or care,
While some one crows and laughs from out my little tot's high chair.-Chorus
In storm or darkness 'tis the light that guides me safely through
The snares, where others sink and fall for want of heart so true;
And when at supper time we give our thanks in humble prayer,
A tiny head bends low while in my little tot's high chair.-Chorus