CRADLE'S
EMPTY
BABY'S GONE.
As Sung at Ford's, by Barlow, Wilson, Primrose & West's Minstrels
Words and Music by Harry Kennedy.
Author of "A Flower from Mother's Grave"
Little empty cradle, treasured now [with care]
Though thy precious burden it has fled.
How we miss the locks of curly golden hair,
Peeping from thy tiny snow-white bed,
When the dimpled cheeks and little laughing eyes
From the rumpled pillow shone,
Then I gazed with gladness, now I look and sigh;
Empty is the cradle, Baby's gone.
Chorus.
Baby left her cradle for the golden shore,
O'er the silv'ry waters she has flown,
Gone to join the angels peaceful evermore;
Empty is the cradle Baby's gone.
Near a shady valley stands a grassy mound,
Underneath my little darling sleeps.
Blossoms sweet, and roses cluster all around;
Over-head the willow silent weeps
There I laid my loved one in the long ago,
And my heart does sadly moan,
Though she's with the angels, still I fain would weep?
Empty is the cradle, Baby's gone. - Cho.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street, Baltimore.
Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldier,
Comic, Humorous, College, Sentimental, Social and
Religious Choice Selected Songs.
