Jim Reeves - Tie That Binds

In a room so lonely and cheerless
Sits a woman, all alone
By her, a cradle stands empty
And o'er it she sobs and she moans:

"My husband, he no longer loves me
His love and our dear baby died
I'll leave him at home forever
And out in this old world abide"

She packed baby's things in a bundle
While the tears rolled down her cheeks "I never, no never, would leave him
If ever a kind word he'd speak."

Just then the door softly was opened
A man took the bundle away
He laid the things out on the table
And softly to her he did say:

"One little stocking for you, dear
One little blue shoe is for me
The baby's wrap and its smallest cap
We'll keep in memory