The Blind Child

They tell me, Father, that tonight

You'll wed another bride

That you will clasp her in your arms

Where my dear Mother died

They say her name is Mary, too

The name my Mother wore

But tell me father is she kind

As the one you loved before

And is her step so soft and light

Her voice so meek and mild

And tell me father will she love

Your blind and helpless child

(Violin solo)

Her picture is resting on the shelf

Her books are lying near

And there's the harp her fingers touched

And there's her vacant chair

The chair whereby beside I knelt

To say my evening prayer

Oh Father, do not bid me come

I could not meet her there

Well his head fell back and his eyes were closed

His little dark curly hair

And the very last words that the blind child spoke,

"There'll be no blind ones there."

And the very last words that the blind child spoke,

"There'll be no blind ones there."