God bless the little feet that never go astray
For the little shoes are empty in my closet laid away
Some times I take one in my hand, forgetting till I see
It is a little half worn shoe, not large enough for me
And all at once I feel a sense of bitter loss and pain
As sharp as when two years ago it cut my heart in twain.
O the little feet that wearied not, I wait for them no more
For I am drifting on the tide, but they have reach'd the shore
And while the blinding teardrops wet these little shoes so old
I try to think my darling's feet are treading streets of gold
And as I lay them down again, but always turn to say
God bless her little feet that now, so surely cannot stray.
And while I thus am standing, I almost seem to see
Two little forms beside me just as they used to be
Two little faces lifted with their sweet and tender eyes,
Ah me! I might have known that look was born of Paradise.
I reach my arms out fondly but they clasp the empty air
There is nothing of my darlings but the shoes they used to wear.
O the bitterness of parting I cannot drive away
Till I meet my darlings walking where their feet can never stray
When I no more am drifted upon the surging tide
But with them safely landed upon the riverside.
Be patient, heart, while waiting to see their shining way
For the little feet in the golden street can never go astray.
Composed by T. Martin Towne
ARTIST: Caroline Moseley
RECORDED AT: Taplin Auditorium
James Moses, Recording Engineer
© Copyright 1999 by Caroline Moseley,
All rights reserved.
Digitized by Adam Soroka, Johnny Lee & Lisa Gottschalk
at the Digital Media Center,
Clemons Library, Univ. of Virginia