American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 Little Willie
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35
LITTLE WILLIE.
Written by Rev. E. W. Jones. Music by C. M. Traver.
Little Willie slumbers sweetly in his lonely, narrow bed;
Pelting storms and howling tempests cannot reach his little head.
Sweet affection drops a tear o'er the spot where Willie lies;
Angels whisper, "look up yonder," pointing upward to the skies.
On our memories deeply graven stands his little image fair;
Sparkling eyes and shining temples, rosy cheeks and golden hair;
Ruby lips so full of smiling, neck and arms of spotless white;
Little feet so full of running, little Willie was so bright.
Little Willie slumbers sweetly in his lonely, narrow bed;
Pelting storms and howling tempests cannot reach his little head.
On that bright and glorious morning Christ will whisper from above,
"Rise, my child, And let me dress thee in robes of while And spotless love."