BROKEN, THAT IS ALL
Copyright, 1897. by Chas. K. Baer.
Words and Music by Chas. E. Baer.
A little girl was playing with her dollie,
Its golden head she folded to her breast,
Some secret in its tiny ear was telling.
Before she laid it gently down to rest.
"Oh, mamma, dollie's dead." the child is calling,
"Her pretty eyes won't open when I call;"
The scalding tears are sadly, sadly falling.
The little toy is broken, that is all.
Only a little tear-dimmed eve, only a sob, a childish cry;
'Twill be forgotten by and by, only a broken doll;
Mother will kiss the tears away, get her another doll some day,
Sadly the toy is laid away, broken, that is all.
It is, alas, the oft-repeated story,
A sister frail has fallen by the way.
And not a hand in pity stretched to save her,
No mother now to kiss the tears away.
But still her thoughts to childhood ever turning.
She's thinking of the days beyond recall.
The Door, sad heart for one kind word is yearning,
A woman's heart is broken, that is all.
Only a mem'ry of the past, only a joy too sweet to last.
Weeping is vain, the die is cast, only a woman's fall;
Mother's kind voice no more she hears, whispering love to childish ears.
Only a heart too full for tears-broken, that is all.