From World War I comes;
Just a Baby's Prayer at Twilight
Words by Sam Lewis/Joe Young
Music by M K Jerome
1918

Intro
I've heard the prayers of mothers, 
Some of them old and gray 
I've heard the prayers of others 
For those who went away 

Oft times a prayer will teach one 
The meaning of good bye 
I felt the pain of each one, 
But this one made me cry 

Just a baby's prayer at twilight 
When lights are low 
Poor baby's years 
are filled with tears 

There's a mother there at twilight 
Who's proud to know 
Her precious little tot 
Is Dad's forget-me-not 

After saying "Goodnight, Mama"  
She climbs up stairs 
Quite unawares 
And says her prayers 

"Oh! kindly tell my daddy  
That he must take care" 
That's a babys prayer at twilight 
For her daddy, "over there" 

The gold that some folks pray for, 
Brings nothing but regrets 
Some day this gold won't pay for 
Their many lifelong debts. 

Some prayers may be neglected 
Beyond the Gold Gates. 
But when they're all collected, 
Here's one that never waits; 

Just a baby's prayer at twilight 
When lights are low 
Poor baby's years 
are filled with
There's a mother there at twilight 
Who's proud to know 
Her precious little tot 
Is Dad's forget-me-not 

After saying, "Goodnight, Mama"  
She climbs up stairs 
Quite unawares 
And says her prayers 

"Oh! kindly tell my daddy  
That he must take care" 
That's a babys prayer at twilight 
For her daddy, "over there"