The Baggage Coach Ahead

The Baggage Coach Ahead - Mac Wiseman

On a dark stormy night

As the train rattled on

All the passengers

Had gone to bed

Except one young man

With a babe in his arms

Who sat there with a

Bowed down head

The innocent do one

Began crying

As though it's poor heart

Would break

Make that child stop it's noise

One angry man said

For it's keeping all of us awake

Put it out said another

Don't keep it in here

We've paid for our berths

And want rest

But never a word

Said the man with the child

As he fondled it

Close to his breast

Where is it's mother

Go take it to her

This a lady then softly said

I wish that I could

Was the man's sad reply

But she's dead

In the coach ahead

While the train rolled onward

A husband sat in tears

Thinking of the happiness

Of just a few short years

Baby's face

Brings pictures of

A cherished hope

That's dead

But baby's cries

Can't waken her

In the baggage

Coach ahead