the passengers had gone to bed.
sat there with bowed down head.
The innocent one began crying,
as though its poor heart would break.
make that child stop its noise,
it's keeping us all awake.
Put it out, said another,
we paid for our birth and want rest.
As he fondled it close to his breast
But she's dead in the coach ahead
While the train rolled onward,
Thinkin' of the happiness,
Baby's face brings pictures
of a cherished hope that's dead
But baby's cries can't waken her
In the baggage called Jaheir
Every eye filled with tears
Of a wife who was faithful and true
To build a little love nest just for two
How on heaven had sent him
Her young happy lives it was blessed.
His heart seemed to break
when he mentioned her name,
And in tears tried to tell them the rest.
Every woman arose to assist
And seeing the little one
With no thought of sorrow
Next morning at the station
God bless you, he softly said
And each had a story to tell
Of the baggage coach ahead
While the train rolled onward,
Thinking of the happiness
Baby's face brings pictures
of a cherished hope that's dead
But baby's cries can't waken her
In the baggage called Cheyenne