They tell me, Father, that tonight You'll wed another bride That you will clasp her in your arms Where my dear Mother died They say her name is Mary, too The name my Mother wore But tell me father is she kind As the one you loved before And is her step so soft and light Her voice so meek and mild And tell me father will she love Your blind and helpless child (Violin solo) Her picture is resting on the shelf Her books are lying near And there's the harp her fingers touched And there's her vacant chair The chair whereby beside I knelt To say my evening prayer Oh Father, do not bid me come I could not meet her there Well his head fell back and his eyes were closed His little dark curly hair And the very last words that the blind child spoke, "There'll be no blind ones there." And the very last words that the blind child spoke, "There'll be no blind ones there."