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Just A Baby's Prayer At Twilight For Her Daddy Over There - Lyrics
Composer
Jerome, M. K.
Lyricist
Lewis, Sam M.
Young, Joe
Publisher
Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.
Place of Publication
New York (N.Y.)
Lyrics
Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight. Verse: I’ve heard the pray’rs of mothers, Some of them old and gray. I’ve heard the pray’rs of others, For those who went away. Oft times a pray’r will teach one, The meaning of goodbye. I felt the pain of each one, But this one made me cry: Refrain: Just a baby’s pray’r at twilight, when lights are low. Poor baby’s years, are filled with tears. There’s a mother there at twilight who’s proud to know, Her precious little tot, Is dad’s forget-me-not. After saying “goodnight mama,” she climbs up stairs, Quite unawares, And says her pray’rs
“Oh! Kindly tell my daddy that he must take care!” That’s a baby’s pray’r at twilight, For her daddy, “over there.” Verse: The gold that some folks pray for, Brings nothing but regrets. Some day this gold won’t pay for, Their many lifelong debts. Some pray’rs may be neglected, Beyond the Golden Gates. But when they’re all collected, Here’s one that never waits: Refrain
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Local Identifier
2014_12996_387
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
“Oh! Kindly tell my daddy that he must take care!” That’s a baby’s pray’r at twilight, For her daddy, “over there.” Verse: The gold that some folks pray for, Brings nothing but regrets. Some day this gold won’t pay for, Their many lifelong debts. Some pray’rs may be neglected, Beyond the Golden Gates. But when they’re all collected, Here’s one that never waits: Refrain
Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight. Verse: I’ve heard the pray’rs of mothers, Some of them old and gray. I’ve heard the pray’rs of others, For those who went away. Oft times a pray’r will teach one, The meaning of goodbye. I felt the pain of each one, But this one made me cry: Refrain: Just a baby’s pray’r at twilight, when lights are low. Poor baby’s years, are filled with tears. There’s a mother there at twilight who’s proud to know, Her precious little tot, Is dad’s forget-me-not. After saying “goodnight mama,” she climbs up stairs, Quite unawares, And says her pray’rs
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_387
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
“Oh! Kindly tell my daddy that he must take care!” That’s a baby’s pray’r at twilight, For her daddy, “over there.” Verse: The gold that some folks pray for, Brings nothing but regrets. Some day this gold won’t pay for, Their many lifelong debts. Some pray’rs may be neglected, Beyond the Golden Gates. But when they’re all collected, Here’s one that never waits: Refrain
Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight. Verse: I’ve heard the pray’rs of mothers, Some of them old and gray. I’ve heard the pray’rs of others, For those who went away. Oft times a pray’r will teach one, The meaning of goodbye. I felt the pain of each one, But this one made me cry: Refrain: Just a baby’s pray’r at twilight, when lights are low. Poor baby’s years, are filled with tears. There’s a mother there at twilight who’s proud to know, Her precious little tot, Is dad’s forget-me-not. After saying “goodnight mama,” she climbs up stairs, Quite unawares, And says her pray’rs
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_387
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986