Falling By The Wayside A handsome noble-looking man came walking down the street Beside him strolled a little girl both beautiful and sweet Unconscious of the many eyes so lovely they were cast On the father and his little angel child From over the way there came a lady Burning tears seemed to blind her eyes "Oh, look, Papa, there goes Mama," cried the little innocent But the father quickly drew his babe away She has fallen by the wayside She has gone beyond recall Not a hand would stretch to save her Not a friend that she could call Every door has closed against her Not a (friend/soul) for her will mourn She has fallen by the wayside She has gone beyond recall In a cozy little cottage sitting close behind the trees All around the porch grew ivy and a pathway strewn with leaves In a cozy little parlor sitting close beside the fire Was a happy little family at home Pressed close beside the cottage window A sad face was looking in "Take me back," the poor one whispered, it came from an aching heart It was Lucy, she had gone beyond recall