Her Lover's Step.

        Step, step, step, 'tis her lover's walk,
        She knows his step as well's his talk;
        He is the favorite of her choice,
        So his step's familiar as his voice.

        Step, step, step, she now is wed,
        And it is now her husband's tread;
        His homeward step it cheers her life,
        For she is a kind faithful wife.

        But he the husband and yet lover,
        His steps at last do cease forever;
        And she doth soon hear the tread
        Of men who do bear out the dead.

        Her heart it now doth throb with pain,
        Though she knows sorrow is but vain;
        For him she never can recall,
        And no more hear his footsteps fall.

        But still she hopes he yet will come
        And visit her in their old home;
        But time approaches, she must die,
        Her husband's footsteps she hears nigh.

        Step, step, step, we ne'er shall part,
        I hear the echo in my heart;
        Now happiness dispels the gloom,
        Radiant with joy my face doth bloom.

        Pain and suffering all are past,
        She joyous cried he's come at last;
        And soon she breathes out her last breath,
        He guides her through the vale of death.