We Shall Miss Them Bye and Bye.
Copyright, 1892, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Chas. Osborne.
We're beset with many dangers as we climb the hill of life.
And hard it is to toil to gain our ends;
But the brightest gleam of sunshine that can gild the battle strife,
Is the sympathy of kindred and of friends.
Although I fear, indeed we pay but little heed,
And greet their words of counsel with a jest:
But, ah! the time will come when their voices will be dumb,
Their kindly hearts forever laid at rest!
We shall miss them bye and bye, when the clouds roll darkly by,
And to see their loving faces sigh in vain!
We may treat them now with scorn, but when from us they're borne,
We would give the world to bring them back again.
Do you recollect an old friend's love, while you were but a child?
How he would pet And nurse you on his knee?
And how oft he tried, in later days when you were wayward wild,
To teach you what a good true man should be?
He's bent and feeble now, and furrowed is his brow.
But still his heart's affectionate and kind;
What! though his speech betrays its quaint old-fashioned phrase,
As sure as snow in w inter you'll find.
You will miss them bye and bye, when the clouds roll darkly by.
And to see his dear old face will sigh in vain;
You may treat him now with scorn, but when from life's he's borne,
You would give the world to have him back again.
Is the poor old mother living still? who, since your father died,
Has loved you as a mother only can;
How she toiled with aching fingers for the baby at her side,
How she dotes upon you now you are a man.
To-day's she's worn and old, the silver tints the gold;
Yet priceless is her love beyond all pelf!
Ah, slight her if you will, she's the same fond mother still,
Who helped you when you could not help yourself!
You will miss them bye and bye, when the clouds roll darkly by;
And to see her dear old face will sigh in vain!
You may treat her now with scorn, but when from life she's borne,
You would give the world to have her back again.