Little Faces at the Window by E P. Favor

 Little Faces at the Window.

Copyright, 1997. by Albert M. Mansfield.
Words and Music by E P. Favor.

While coming from my work one summer's eve,
I happened to glance over 'cross the way,
There in a cottage neat sat a mother looking sweet.,
While by her side the children were at play.
When to the window suddenly they go,
For soon it's time for papa, they all know.
With faces near the pane, they watch him down the lane.
While to me comes this very sweet refrain:

Refrain.
Little faces at the window, watching there each night,
Little faces at the window, always there so bright.
When Papa at first they spy, quickly to him they both fly,
Little faces at the window, watching there each night.

As slowly I turned to go away.
I could not help but think of days gone by.
How when I was a lad, what a pleasure it gave dad,
As each night we would quickly to him fly,
How happy he would always seem to be,
When we d meet him light-hearted and so free.
As mem'ry to me clings, tears to my eyes it brings,
As watching them I could not help but sing:-Refrain.

SAINT AND SINNERS by Fred Britton

SAINT AND SINNERS.
Copyright, 1898, by A. M Mansfield.
Word! by Fred Britton. Music by Albert M. Mansfield.

To a grand and stately church I sauntered Sunday morn at ten,.
While the bells above were chiming out their welcome to all men,
When a poor, degraded, wretched-looking man, quite ill and worn,
Knelt beside me in that scene of luxury.
Down the aisle came straight an usher, pompous, dignified and stern,
To that poor old man whose head was rowed in prayer,
And he whispered harshly, "Go! this church is not for such as you,"
And this thought came to me as I lingered there:

Chorus.
Which was the sinner, and which was the saint?
What would your answer be?
The picture is one no beginner can paint,
But an artist with fancy free.
Is dame fortune whose smile places velvet on one,
Whose frown turns the other to tears,
Makes a saint of the sinner in splendor arrayed,
But the other's sad tale seldom hears.

Just outside the church I met the old man standing quite alone,
And I spoke a word of friendly cheer in sympathetic tone,
Then the story that he told now makes my indignation burn,
'Twas the old one of a friend's duplicity.
For in years gone by in business he'd been known successfully,
But a scheming partner won his wealth away.
Though he's under fortune's ban, his old partner was that man,
Who from church that morning ordered him away.-Chorus.

WHEN WE ARE MARRIED by Hugh Morton

 WHEN WE ARE MARRIED.

Copyright, 1897, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Hugh Morton. Music by Ousters Kerker.

Fifi.-When we are married Harry.-Why. what will you do?

Fifi.-I'll be as sweet as I can to you,
I will be tender and I will be true
When I am married, sweetheart, to you!

Harry.-Love Is not all, dear, that poets may say.
Often it lasts but a year and a day;
Often the day, love, without any year,
Love Is not all it's crack'd up to be. dear!

Fifi.-I only know, love, what our love will be;
I will love you, love, and you will love me,
Not for a year, love, and not for a day;
I will love you, love, forever and aye!

Harry.-When we are married, why what will you do?

Fifi.-I'll be as sweet as I can be to you!
I will be tender and I will be true,
When I am married, sweetheart, to you.