BEFORE SHE FELL.
Copyright, 1896. by Broder & Schlan.
Words and Music by Bert C. Norman.
In a crowded thoroughfare, on one cold winter's night,
A woman stood forsaken and forlorn;
Standing in her tatters there, she was an awful sight,
For one who once good home did adorn,
the crowd was jeering at her, in such a cruel way,
No friendly band was raised to stem the tide;
When to the crowd a lady came, with face so pure and sweet,
And said, as she stood by the woman's side:
Please do not taunt or abuse her,
Don't annoy her any more:
She was not always so ranged,
She was not always so poor:
Once she was full of life's sunshine,
Once she was happy and well;
I'm pleading for her because she was my chum
Before she fell.
Then she placed her arm around the shiv'ring creature's form,
And sought with kindly words her heart to cheer;
Knowing well that she was once a good and happy wife,
With pleasant home and little children dear.
One night a tempter saw her, and marked her for his own,
No friend was near the danger to foretell;
It is the same old story that for ages has been told,
A story that is always told too well.- Chorus.