There was a baby girl in her bassinet
Her mother had not awoken yet
Sometime in the night
Death passed over, a terrible flight
Death passed over, a terrible flight
Her soul did take wing
Her tent, left behind
When mom, she did awake
Her heart trembled a horrible quake
A horrible quake
For in the cocoon of safety
In her swaddling was wrapped
The reaper did visit, silently
Quietly, quietly he swung his scythe
He swung his scythe
To the home was I summoned
To investigate for foul play
Four weeks old with wild hair
Laying as still as she did lay
Laying still as she did lay
A mother gently weeping for her loss
My mouth shut with her grief
Normal by all sight, no foul play
My mouth shut with her grief
The reaper is a thief
Of this I could not partake
Never get involved, the burden don’t take
But the mother’s grief
It was too hard to ignore
It was too hard to ignore
I picked up the baby to check thoroughly
A beautiful girl, her tiny face, soft and free
Rigor had visited, she felt so cold
As if her sleep was still nearby
As if her sleep was still nearby
In my heart I wanted to cry
Why did the little one die?
Some things make no sense
It wasn’t natural, but it was
No, it wasn’t natural, but it was
The girl I could never have
A girl to raise of my own
Her body quiet and stiff
My eyes did tear, my nose did sniff
My eyes did tear, my nose did sniff
The smell of death started setting in
The blood does spoil with an odor
What can you do? What can you say?
I held the baby, I did cry, I did pray
I held the baby, I did cry, I did pray
Her soul escaped in a flutter
During the night it took flight
Was she watching? This I thought
Under the altar of the martyred lay she
Under the altar of the martyred lay she
