1. On a dark stormy night, as the train rattled on all the passengers
had gone to bed, . . . . . Except one young man with a babe in his
arms who sat there with a boweddown 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 its
keeping all of us awake,” . . . . “Put it out” said another, “Don't
keep it in here, We've paid for our berths and want rest,” . . . . . But
never a word said the man with the child, As he fondled it close to his
breast, . . . . . “Where is its mother go take it to her,” this a
lady then softly said, . . . . . “I wish that I could” was the
man's sad reply, “But she's dead, in the coach ahead.” . . . . .
2. Ev'ry eye filled with tears, when his story he told, of a wife who was
faithful and true, . . . . . He told how he'd saved all his earnings for
years, just to build up a home for two, . . . . . How, when Heaven had
sent them this sweet little babe, Their young happy lives were
blessed, . . . His heart seemed to break when he mentioned her name, and in
tears tried to tell them the rest, . . . . . Ev'ry woman arose to as-
sist with the child, There were mothers and wives on that train, . . . . . And
soon was the little one sleeping in peace, With no tho't of sorrow or
pain, . . . . . Next morn at a station, he bade all goodbye, “God
bless you,” he softly said, . . . . . Each one had a story to
tell in their home, Of the baggage coach ahead.” . . . . .
While the train rolled onward, A husband sat in tears, . . .
Thinking of the happiness, Of just a few short years, . . . For
baby's face brings pictures of A cherished hope that's dead, . . . But
baby's cries can't waken her, In the baggage coach ahead. . . .
had gone to bed, . . . . . Except one young man with a babe in his
arms who sat there with a boweddown 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 its
keeping all of us awake,” . . . . “Put it out” said another, “Don't
keep it in here, We've paid for our berths and want rest,” . . . . . But
never a word said the man with the child, As he fondled it close to his
breast, . . . . . “Where is its mother go take it to her,” this a
lady then softly said, . . . . . “I wish that I could” was the
man's sad reply, “But she's dead, in the coach ahead.” . . . . .
2. Ev'ry eye filled with tears, when his story he told, of a wife who was
faithful and true, . . . . . He told how he'd saved all his earnings for
years, just to build up a home for two, . . . . . How, when Heaven had
sent them this sweet little babe, Their young happy lives were
blessed, . . . His heart seemed to break when he mentioned her name, and in
tears tried to tell them the rest, . . . . . Ev'ry woman arose to as-
sist with the child, There were mothers and wives on that train, . . . . . And
soon was the little one sleeping in peace, With no tho't of sorrow or
pain, . . . . . Next morn at a station, he bade all goodbye, “God
bless you,” he softly said, . . . . . Each one had a story to
tell in their home, Of the baggage coach ahead.” . . . . .
While the train rolled onward, A husband sat in tears, . . .
Thinking of the happiness, Of just a few short years, . . . For
baby's face brings pictures of A cherished hope that's dead, . . . But
baby's cries can't waken her, In the baggage coach ahead. . . .