  Little feet that weary so Down the dusty roads, Pebbled are the paths you go With your heavy loads,— When the restless hours are o'er And you cease to weep, Little limbs shall ache no more In the arms of sleep. Little feet that weary so On their journey long, You shall lose the hurts you know In the smiles of song! All the lullabies of light, All the smiles of play, Romp across the darks of night Into brighest day. Little feet that weary so! Come and let me take All the heart-aches of your woe For your baby's sake! Cuddle on my lap, and flee From the world's distress; Let us run away and be Where the fairies bless! |
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