Lyrics:
Little footsteps soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door.
How I love to hear their trample,
As I heard in days of yore.
Tiny feet that traveled lightly
In this weary world of woe.
Now silent in yonder church-yard
Neath the dismal grave below.
Little footsteps soft and gentle
Gliding by our cottage door
How I love to hear their trample
As I heard in days of yore.
chorus:
Little footsteps soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door.
How I love to hear their trample,
As I heard in days of yore.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking,
By the golden river's shore.
And my heart it yearns with sadness
When I passed that cottage door.
Sweetly now the angels carol,
Tidings from our loved one far.
That she still does hover o'er us
And will be our guiding star
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking
By the golden river's shore
And my heart it yearns with sadness
When I pass that cottage door.
Little footsteps now will journey,
In the world of sin no more.
Ne'er they'll press the sand banks lightly,
By the golden river's shore.
Mother weep not, Father grieve not,
Try to smooth your troubles o'er.
For I'll think of her as sleeping
Not as dead but gone before.
Little footsteps now will journey
In this world of sin no more.
Ne'er they'll press the sand banks lightly
By the golden river's shore.
