Imagine the love   Of a child for his toys,   The love of a bird   For its mate,   Imagine the love   Of a miser for gold,   Then imagine a love   Twice as great.   If you multiply each love   A million times more,   It won't be half the love   That a mother has for:   Baby shoes, baby shoes,   Mother will never forget them,   You have forgotten   When your feet were bare,   Mother remembers,   She still has a pair   Of baby shoes, baby shoes,   To keep them,   The world she'd refuse.   If she had to choose,   Her life she would lose,   Before she'd part with her   Baby's shoes.   Baby shoes, baby shoes,   Mother will never forget them,   You have forgotten   When your feet were bare,   Mother remembers,   She still has a pair   Of baby shoes, baby shoes,   To keep them,   The world she'd refuse.   If she had to choose,   Her life she would lose,   Before she'd part with her   Baby's shoes.      Alone in the attic   She fondles those shoes,   And wonders   Where her boy has gone,   And over his shoes   She is saying a pray'r,   That the good Lord   Will keep him from harm.   In her heart   There is gladness,   Tho' her eyes are wet,   Because Mother remembers,   Tho' you may forget:   Baby shoes, baby shoes,   Mother will never forget them,   You have forgotten   When your feet were bare,   Mother remembers,   She still has a pair   Of baby shoes, baby shoes,   To keep them,   The world she'd refuse.   If she had to choose,   Her life she would lose,   Before she'd part with her   Baby's shoes.   Baby shoes, baby shoes,   Mother will never forget them,   You have forgotten   When your feet were bare,   Mother remembers,   She still has a pair   Of baby shoes, baby shoes,   To keep them,   The world she'd refuse.   If she had to choose,   Her life she would lose,   Before she'd part with her   Baby's shoes.