Grandma's Theme
'Twas a dark stormy night
As the train rattled on
All the pa**engers had gone to bed
Except a young man with a baby in his arms
Who sat there with a bowed-down head
The innocent one began crying just then
As though its poor heart would break
One angry man said, "Make that child stop its noise
For it's keeping all of us awake."
In The Baggage Coach Ahead
On a dark and stormy night as the train rolled on
All pa**engers gone to bed
Except a young man with a babe on his arm
Sat sadly with bowed down head
Just then the babe commenced crying
As though its poor heart would break
One angry man said, "Make that child stop its noise
For it's keeping us all awake."
"Put it out," said another, "Don't keep it in here
We've paid for our berth and want rest."
But never a word said the man with the child
As he fondled it close to his breast
"Oh where is its mother? Go take it to her,"
One lady then softly said
"I wish I could," was the man's sad reply
"But she's dead in the coach ahead."
As the train rolled onward, a husband set in tears
Thinking of the happiness of just a few short years
Baby's face brings pictures of a cherished hope now dead
But baby's cries can't awaken her in the baggage coach ahead
Every eye filled with tears as the story he told
Of a wife who was faithful and true
He told how he'd saved up his earnings for years
Just to build a home for two
How when heaven had sent them their sweet little babe
Their young happy lives were blest
His heart seemed to break when he mentioned her name
And in tears tried to tell them the rest
Every woman arose to a**ist with the child
There were mothers and wives on that train
And soon was the little one sleeping in peace
With no thought of sorrow or pain
Next morn at the station he bade all goodbye
"God bless you," he softly said
Each one had a story to tell in their homes
Of the baggage coach ahead