American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 Little Shoes Our Angel Wore
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
Little Shoes Our Angel Wore.
Copyright, 1883, by C. Forman Smith.
Words by Frank A. Kent. Maric by C Forman Smith.
In the bureau, wrapped with carp,
Where no careless hand can harm.
Lies it tiny pair of show,
Old And faded, portly worn;
Mother takes them from their rest, their reit,
Gazes while her heart is sore;
Oh, those precious, priceless gems,
Little shots our angel wore.
Little shoes, whose lovely wearer sings so sweet on heaven's shore,
While we treasure what you've left us, little shoes our angel wore.
Oh, how happy was the time.
Little darling used to run,
Tripping from her mother's knee,
Come to papa to have fun.
Now those little feet so still, so Still,
They will patter never more.
While we treasure, always will.
Little shoes our angel wore.- Chorus.