Baggage Coach Ahead

Cat. #1580 (MFH #34) - As sung by Mildred Ivie, Goodman, Missouri on September 27, 1976

On a dark and stormy night as th train rolled along
Th passengers had all gone t' bed
Except a young man with a babe in his arms
Who sat with a bowed down head
Th little innocent one begin crying just then
As tho' its poor heart would break
Make th child stop its noise an angry man said
For it's keeping us all awake

Put it out, said another, don't keep it in here
We paid for our berth an' want rest
Not a word spoke th man with th babe in his arms
As he fondled it close to his breath
O, where is its Mother go take it to her
A woman then softly said
I wish that I could, was th man's sad reply
But she's dead in th coach ahead

Every eye filled with tears as th story he told
Of a wife who was faithful an' true
And how they had saved their earnings for years
To build them a home, for two
Then Heaven had sent them a sweet little babe
Their young happy hearts, to bless
An' his heart seem to break, when he mentioned her name
An' in tears t' tell them th rest

Then as th train rolled onward
A husband felt in tears
Thinking of th happiness
Of just a few short years
Babies face brings pictures of
A cherished hope that's dead
But babies cry can't awaken her
In th baggage coach ahead

All th women arose to assist with th child
There were Mothers an' wives, on th train
Soon th little one was sleeping in peace
With no thought of sorrow or pain
Next morning at th station, when he bid all goodbye
God bless you, he softly said
An' each had a story to tell in their homes
Of th baggage coach ahead