TO ME YOU'RE A BABY, DEAR.
Copyright, 1898, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Edward S. Abeles.
A mother, whose eyes beamed brightly with love,
Sat rocking her babe to sleep;
Her song was addressed to him above,
Her prayer was fervent, deep.
The gentle breath from baby's wee mouth
Came soft as a zephyr's sigh:
And 'twas sweet as the perfume of flower-laden South,
As she sang this lullaby:
Sleep gently, sweetheart, my love, my life!
Peaceful thy dreams ever be;
Mother will carefully guard you from strife,
Her life is devoted to thee.
Soon you'll grow up, and when a big chap,
You'll find your mother still near;
But no matter how big, nor whatever may hap',
To me you're a baby dear.
The baby awakes as bright as the day,
A-crooning with glad content,
His tiny pink hands are bent in play
With a doggy which Pa has sent.
The mother's face, in radiant glow,
Stands watching intently by;
And when baby is tired and to sleep he must go,
Then she sings this lullaby:-Refrain.
The child in the crib lies gasping for breath,
The doctor is standing there,
A thief in the night, most cruel death,
has taken this life so fair.
The mother crazed by sorrow and pain,
Does not know the end is nigh;
She is rocking the cradle again and again,
While she sings this lullaby.-Refrain.