American Old Time Song Lyrics: 60 Beyond Pardon Beyond Control
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 60
Beyond Pardon, Beyond Control.
Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Wordi 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 wreck'd, beyond pardon, beyond recall.
Years after a footstep is 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 strangers' 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.