American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Beyond Pardon Beyond Recall
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
Beyond Pardon, Beyond Recall.
Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Gussie L. Davis.
A fond. loving grandma, with snowy white hair,
Sits thinking of a daughter far away;
A sweet little baby, so thoughtless of care,
Is on the floor by grandpa's knee at play,
Deserted home and husband, the truth they soon must learn,
The baby's mother bears another's name;
The husband would forgive her if she but would return,
For baby's sake he'd love her just the same.
Gone, beyond pardon, beyond recall, left those that loved her the best of all;
Lost all respect for the home she has wrecked, beyond pardon, beyond recall.
Years after a footstep it heard at the gate,
A slender form soon enters at the door;
A sweet voice calls "mother," but, sadly, too late,
For mother's voice is hushed forevermore.
Now stranger's voices greet her, and tell her those she seeks
Have long been dead and numbered with the blest;
A sigh, a moan, she's dying, not one word does she speak,
In death the weary, fallen one finds rest- Chorus.