Tie That Binds

In a room so lonely and cheerless

Sits a woman all alone

By her a cradle stands empty

And Dorrit, 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

Without him this old world, abide.



She packed baby's things in the 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 open

A man took the bundle away

He lay the things out on the table

And softly to her he did say.



One little stockin' 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 curl shines

We'll keep a smile, while she sleeps for

She is the tie that binds...