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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 Princeton University 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 |