American Old Time Song Lyrics: 58 Where Sunshine Never Falls
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 58
Where Sunshine Never Falls.
Copyright, 1897, by Chas. T. Ellis & Wm. E. Slafer.
Words and Music by Chas. T. Ellis.
A workingman with happy heart, at night when toil is done,
Goes singing to his humble home, to wife and little one,
A murder's been committed near, suspicion falls on him:
The minions of the law appear and read their warrant grim.
He pleads that he is innocent, in tears his little child
Cries, "Please don't take dear dad away," with tears of sorrow wild;
The officers they will not yield, entreaties are in vain:
The poor man goes, perhaps to see his loved ones ne'er again.
Cruel hands have taken him, leaving hope behind,
One last glimpse of faces dear thro' eyes with tears most blind;
He's going to a dungeon dark, mid gloomy prison walls,
To join the wretched souls who dwell where sunshine never falls.
Within the convict's humble home, a sad and weeping wife,
Who'd oft' beseeched the Governor to spare her husband's life,
Now kneels beside a little bed, where rests the child they love.
With choking voice and tearful eyes, she prays to him above.
The child now murmurs in its sleep, oh, when will papa come;
The broken-hearted mother's lips with misery are dumb.
A manly form is clasping now the one who'd" saved his life,
The pardon has been granted all thro' a faithful wife.
Gentle hands have brought him back to those left behind,
Loving arms are clasping him and eyes with joy now shine.
He's welcomed from a dungeon dark, mid gloomy prison walls,
Safe back within a happy home where sunshine ever falls.