American Old Time Song Lyrics: 48 Little Baby

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 48

LITTLE BABY.
Copyright, 1895, by Louis Haas.
Words and Music by Harry S. Miller.

Who turns shadows into sunshine, gladdens mamma's poor heart some time?
Little baby, mamma's baby darling boy,
Who makes merry with his laughter, bringing joyous echoes after?
Little baby, mamma's baby pride and joy;
And, at night, when tired and sleepy, softly down to rest will lay,
Soon he's dreaming, dreaming sweetly what he'll do to-morrow day.

Chorus.
Mamma, she loves her baby, blue eyes and golden hair,
Dimpled cheeks and so rosy, two little hands so chubby and fair;
Into all kinds of mischief where'er his will may call,
Still mamma loves her baby, dearest of all.

Who creeps down the stairs so early with his golden hair so curly?
Little baby, mamma's baby darling boy,
Who greets papa with sweet kisses and dear mamma never misses?
Little baby, mamma's baby pride and joy;
And when playing, if in mischief mamma's work all scattered lays,
Then she scolds, but never means it, she is pleased and only says:-Chorus.