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Show Lonesome Lullaby. When you're sleepin' sweet, my dearl.?, 'Gainst my heart that's sad and sore, And there's just a bit, outdoors, o' sodden sod-den rain, And the wind comes tippin' up, Soft like footsteps to the door-Like door-Like the footsteps that I'll never heai again Then I hold you close, my dearie, 'Cause my voice ain't tuned to sing. When I'm thlnkin' of the days of Then and Now, When across your forehead, strayin', Is a little yellow ring Where I used to kiss your feyther on the brow. I When you're smilin', sweet, my dearie. In my arms, as if you knew That mother's arms were made for steep and rest, O! it's then I can not. look 'Cause it hurts me through and through. And it's then I hide my face against your breast So. that I can't see, my dearie, When the wind's a-moahin low And the rain comes d6wn in little, dreary drips, The thing that breaks my heart In the smilin' face of you Where I used to kiss your feyther on the lips. . 0!the wind has stopped Its moanin' And it's trippin to the door. And it's changed in tune for little lonely lone-ly sobs, " And I think it's feelin' sorry For the heart that's ad and sore And I think it's takhi' pity on its r throbs And I think it's understandin' Why it's sad I am and weary. And it's come to sort of hang around the door . That it's in your face I see O! my dearie, dearie, dearie, Where I'll never see your feyther any any more. Mary Woodson Shippcy. |