What Is, Life - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WHAT IS, LIFE? 
A little crib beside the bed, A little face above the spread; A little frock behind the door, A little shoe upon the floor. 
A little lad with dark brown hair, A little blue-eyed face, and fair; A little lane that leads to school, A little pencil, slate and rule. 
A little blithesome, winsome maid, A little hand within his laid; A little cottage, acres four, A little old-time fashioned store. 
A little family gathering round, A little turf-heaped, tear-dewed mound; A little added to his soil, A little rest from the hardest toil. 
A little silver in his hair; A little stool and easy chair; A little night of earth-lit gloom, A little cortege to the tomb.