Sad and alone in a mansion No loving wife to caress Sat a man sad and lonely No loving wife's lips to kiss She married him for (possessions?) No love in her heart had she Sad and alone, in his fine home He looked all around him and said What is a home without a baby? To love and to tease and adore? What is home without a sweet wife? To kiss you each night at the door? What is a home without sunshine? To spread its bright rays from above? You can have wealth and its pleasures But what is a home without love? Walking down the streets one evening He passed by a cottage so neat Stopped and looked in the window He saw there a picture so sweet A husband, a wife, and a baby They were hugging and kissing too He turned aside, his tears to cry And from his lips came these words