the blind child

oh father tonight they say you are

to wed another bride

that you will hold her in your arms

where my dear mother died. they say her name is mary too

the name my mother bore

but father is she kind and true

like the one we loved before. and is her footstep soft and light

her voice so meek and mild

and father do you think she'll love

your blind and helpless child. oh father do not bid me come

to welcome your newmade bride

i could not greet her in the room

where my dear mother died. but when i've cried myself to sleep

as i so often do

into my chamber you may creep

my new made mama and you. he turned away to leave the room

a joyful cry was given

he turned about and he knew at last

his blind child had gone to heaven. they buried her by her mother's side

and erected a marble square

and there on the tomb these words do read

she'll not be blind up there.