Broken Playthings On The Floor - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Broken Playthings on the Floor. Copyright, 1885, by Wm. J. McVey. 
God recalled the gift he sent us, Little cherub, bright and fair; Sunny ray that came and faded In the gloom of grief and care. Golden tresses, bright as amber, Rosy cheeks we'll kiss no more, Gone and left his little treasures, Broken playthings on the floor. 
Chorus. Little blue eyes closed in slumber, Ne'er on earth to open mere; Fondly we will guard his treasures, Broken playthings on the floor 
Little lips that murmured mamma, Still and silent now are they; Tiny feet no longer patter-Hushed forever 'neath the clay. Oft we seem to see our darling Smiling on us from the door; Oft his joyous laughter echoes From his playthings on the floor.-Chorus. 
In the cot where baby slumbered, With its pillow white as snow; Now no golden tresses mingle O'er a bright and sunny brow; For the angels came and bore him To that bright and golden shore, Only leaving us to treasure Broken playthings on the floor.-Chorus.