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"