A Tress Of Baby's Golden Hair - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A Tress of Baby's Golden Hair. Copyright, 1886, by W. H. Ewald & Bro. 
I hold unto my lips one treasure That brings to me the golden past! It still recalls the days of pleasure, Ere sorrow's cloud was o'er us cast Again I see a face so smiling. Again I hear a laugh so fair! Still dear to me, each care beguiling, My tress of baby's golden hair! 
Chorus. Oh, fondly forever I treasure This loving tress so soft and fair! It brings me back the days of pleasure, My tress of baby's golden hair! 
Those tiny feet are still forever, And yet I hear them in my dreams; How sad and weary 'twas to sever My heart from hope's entrancing dreams! Oh, shining link that's ever binding. My thoughts to wonder land so fair; Of joys now dead 'tis still reminding, This tress of baby's golden hair!-Chorus, 
I think of one who slowly faded, As roses fade beneath the blast! Of lives that evermore are shaded And live but in the happy past. No treasure to my heart is nearer, I'll keep it still with tender care; As years go by it grows still dearer, This tress of baby's golden hair!-Chorus.