Sad and alone in a mansion   No loving wife to caress   Sat a man sad and lonely   No loving wife's lips to kiss   She married him for (possessions?)   No love in her heart had she   Sad and alone, in his fine home   He looked all around him and said      What is a home without a baby?   To love and to tease and adore?   What is home without a sweet wife?   To kiss you each night at the door?   What is a home without sunshine?   To spread its bright rays from above?   You can have wealth and its pleasures   But what is a home without love?      Walking down the streets one evening   He passed by a cottage so neat   Stopped and looked in the window   He saw there a picture so sweet   A husband, a wife, and a baby   They were hugging and kissing too   He turned aside, his tears to cry   And from his lips came these words