The Watcher - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE WATCHER. 
The night was dark and fearful, The blast swept wailing by, A watcher, pale and tearful, Looked forth with anxious eye. How wistfully she gazeth, No gleam of mourn is there, Her eyes to heaven she raiseth In agony of prayer. How wistfully she gazeth, &c. 
Within that dwelling lonely, Where want and darkness reign, Her precious child, her only, Lay moaning in his pain. And death alone can free him, She feels that this must be, But, oh! for morn to see him Smile once again on me. And death alone can free him, &c. 
A hundred lights are glancing In yonder mansion far, And merry feet are dancing, They heed not mourning there. Oh! young joyous creatures, One lamp from out your store Would give that poor boy's features To his mother's gaze once more. Oh! young joyous creatures, &c. 
The morning sun is shining, She heedeth not its ray, Beside her dead reclining, The pale, dead mother lay. A smile her lips were wreathing, A smile of hope and love, And though she still were breathing, There's light for us above. A smile her lips were wreathing, &c.