A Tiny Shoe.I.Onlya tiny outworn shoeTied with a ribbon that once was blue,Filled with memories, hopes and fears,Stealing back from the vanished years.There it is lying, hidden away—Where is the other?—who can say;Odd as it is, and worn and old,Somebody would not sell it for gold!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!II.Only a baby footfall light,Making a dark world glad and bright,Sweeter music than greatest artEver made, to a mother's heart!Ah, that was twenty years away—But though she blushed as a bride to-day,To somebody, smiling her joy-tears through,She still seemed the wearer of this wee shoe!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!
A Tiny Shoe.I.Onlya tiny outworn shoeTied with a ribbon that once was blue,Filled with memories, hopes and fears,Stealing back from the vanished years.There it is lying, hidden away—Where is the other?—who can say;Odd as it is, and worn and old,Somebody would not sell it for gold!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!II.Only a baby footfall light,Making a dark world glad and bright,Sweeter music than greatest artEver made, to a mother's heart!Ah, that was twenty years away—But though she blushed as a bride to-day,To somebody, smiling her joy-tears through,She still seemed the wearer of this wee shoe!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!
Onlya tiny outworn shoeTied with a ribbon that once was blue,Filled with memories, hopes and fears,Stealing back from the vanished years.There it is lying, hidden away—Where is the other?—who can say;Odd as it is, and worn and old,Somebody would not sell it for gold!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!
Onlya tiny outworn shoeTied with a ribbon that once was blue,Filled with memories, hopes and fears,Stealing back from the vanished years.There it is lying, hidden away—Where is the other?—who can say;Odd as it is, and worn and old,Somebody would not sell it for gold!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!
Only a baby footfall light,Making a dark world glad and bright,Sweeter music than greatest artEver made, to a mother's heart!Ah, that was twenty years away—But though she blushed as a bride to-day,To somebody, smiling her joy-tears through,She still seemed the wearer of this wee shoe!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!
Only a baby footfall light,Making a dark world glad and bright,Sweeter music than greatest artEver made, to a mother's heart!Ah, that was twenty years away—But though she blushed as a bride to-day,To somebody, smiling her joy-tears through,She still seemed the wearer of this wee shoe!Only a little outworn shoe,Tied with a ribbon that once was blue!