On a dark and stormy night as the train rattled on
All the passengers had gone to bed
Except one young man with a babe in his arms
Who sat with a bowed down head
The innocent one began crying
As though its poor heart would break
Make that child stop its noise one angry man said
For it's keeping all of us awake
Put it out said another don't keep it in here
We paid for our berths and want rest
But never a word said the man with the child
As he bundled it close to his breast
Where is its mother, we'll take it to her
A maiden then softly said
I wish that I could was the man's sad reply
But she's dead in the baggage coach ahead
While the train rolled onward a husband set in tears
Thinking of the happiness of just a few short years
Babies face brings pictures of a cherished hope that's dead
But babies cries can't waken her in the baggage coach ahead