| Show CHRISTMAS EVE GERMANY little mother why mast you go the children play by the white bedside bed side the world is merry tor for christmastide and what would you do in the tailing falling snow they sleep by now in the ember glow hushed to dream in a childs delight for wonders happen on christmas night might little mother why must you go the still flakes tall fall and the night grows late oh slender alender figure and small wet feet where do you haste through the lamp lit street and out and away by the fortress gate if 4 is drear and chip chill where the dear lie dead vet light enough with the snow to see sec but what would you do 40 with that christmas at the tny tiny mound that is babas bed A Christma with its tinsel gold oh how bow should I 1 not havo have a thought for taco when the children sleep in their dream of glee poor little grave but a twelvemonth old I 1 little il iother your heart is brave you kiss the cross in inthe the drifted snow kneel for a moment rise and go and leave your tree by the tiny grave while the living slept by tile the warm fireside fire side and the flakes fell white on your christ mas maytoy toy I 1 think that its angel wept for joy because you te remembered the one that died RE kennell LL |
