In a room so lonely and cheerless   Sits a woman, all alone   By her, a cradle stands empty   And o'er it she sobs and she moans:      "My husband, he no longer loves me   His love and our dear baby died   I'll leave him at home forever   And out in this old world abide"      She packed baby's things in a bundle   While the tears rolled down her cheeks   "I never, no never, would leave him   If ever a kind word he'd speak."      Just then the door softly was opened   A man took the bundle away   He laid the things out on the table   And softly to her he did say:      "One little stocking for you, dear   One little blue shoe is for me   The baby's wrap and its smallest cap   We'll keep in memory      One lock of hair is for you, dear   See how the golden curls shine   We'll keep a smile while she sleeps, for   She is the tie that binds"