There Is Nothing So Lovely As Woman
Copyright, 1893, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Joseph Tabrar.
Have you ever sat in silence when the lights are dim and low,
And looked down life's long roadway to the distant long ago?
If so, all your thoughts are chastened as in visions you can see.
Life, in all its golden heyday, life as once it used to be;
Faces mingle with the mem'ry of those days beyond recall,
But one sweet face shines more clearly, one fair face that's ever dear:
Your mother, as you used to know her, she who'd always share
Ev'ry little boyish trouble, ev'ry little childish care.
If she's good there is nothing so lovely as woman,
Fairest on earth, nature's queen without crown;
If she's good, she is all the world to man,
If she's bad-no, I can't run her down.
Past from childhood into manhood, when yon're battling 'gainst the strife.
You meet the tender maiden who you long to call your wife:
Love's sweet tale to her you whisper, in love's language ever dear,
Then you get the little promise that you long so much to hear.
Soon you settle down in comfort with your treasured little wife,
All the future seems so golden; but uncertain is this life,
For poverty or sickness comes to claim you as its own,
This then is the trying hour that true woman's love is shown.- Chorus.
When the midnight hour has sounded, hear the dreadful cry of "Fire!"
From yonder stately mansion, see the flames leap high'r and high'r;
Soon a crowd is there collected, and they stand with bated breath,
As the gallant firemen bravely rush to what seems certain death.
One by one they bring down safely all the inmates of the place.
What is that at yonder window? See the pale and haggard face!
"For God's sake, save the child! "the fireman hears the nurses cry;
And the child is saved, but see! the nurse has staggered back to die.-Chorus.