(THE BLIND GIRL)
Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. F.E. Ash
Recorded in Evening Shade, AR 6/30/59
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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 bore,
But Father, is she kind and true,
Like the one you loved before?
"And are her steps so soft and light,
Her voice so meek and mild?
Oh, Father, will she love me, too,
Your blind and helpless child?
"Her picture's hanging on the wall.
Her books are lying near,
And there's the harp her fingers touched,
And there's her vacant chair.
"The chair whereby I used to kneel
To say my evening prayer,
And Father, it would break my heart;
I could not greet her there.
"Oh, Father, do not bid me come
To greet your newmade bride,
For I could not greet her in the room
Where my poor mother died.
"But when I cry myself to sleep,
And now I ofttimes do,
Oh, will you to my chamber creep,
My new Mama and you?
"And bid her gently press a kiss
Upon my burning brow,
Just as my own dear Mother did?
Papa, you're weeping now."
A prayer was offered and a song.
"I'm weary now," she said.
"Oh, Father, take me in your arms
And lay me on the bed."
And as he turned to leave the room,
A joyous cry was given.
He turned and caught the last sweet smile;
His blind child was in Heaven.
They buried her by her mother's side,
And raised a marble there.
On it inscribed these simple words:
"There'll be no blind ones there."
Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #724, "The Blind Child"; Brown, Vol. II, #149, "The Blind Girl"; Belden, p. 275, "The Blind Child."