5th Edition.
LITTLE FOOTSTEPS.
Little footsteps soft and gentle
Gliding by our cottage door;
How I love to hear their trample,
As I heard in days of yore.
Tiny feet that traveled lightly,
In this weary world of woe,
Now silent lie in yonder church-yard,
'Neath the dismal grave below.
Little footsteps soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door;
How I love to hear their trample,
As I heard in days of yore.
Chorus. - Little footsteps soft and gentle.
Gliding by our cottage door;
How I love to hear their trample.
As I heard in days of yore.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking,
By the golden river's shore;
And my heart it yearns with sadness,
When I pass that cottage door.
Sweetly now the angels carol,
Tidings from our loved ones far,
That still does hover o'er us;
And will be our guiding star.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking,
By the golden river's shore,
And my heart it yearns with sadness,
When I pass that cottage door.
Chorus. - Little footsteps, &c.
Little footsteps now will journey
In the world of sin no more;
Ne'er they'll press the sand banks lightly,
By the golden river's shore.
Mother, weep not, father grieve not,
Try to smooth your troubles o'er;
For I'll think of her as sleeping,
Not as dead, but as gone before.
Little footsteps now will journey
In this world of sin no more;
Ne'er they'll press the sand banks lightly,
By the golden river's shore.
Chorus. - Little footsteps, &c.
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