1 There's a dear little darling with ringlets fair,
So sweetly clustering here and there;
There are dear little eyes so fair and bright,
Just fresh from the glory of heaven's own light.
There's a darling to love, with a love so true,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?
There's a darling to love with a love so true,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?

2 There are two little lips that have known the bliss,
So often already of a mother's kiss;
There are two little hands must cling ere long
To a mother's own hand so tender and strong.
There's a darling with two laughing eyes so blue,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?
There's a darling with two laughing eyes so blue,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?

3 There's a dear little bud that God hath given,
So pure from the beautiful garden of heaven;
With His loving care He must tend His own,
Till the bud to the full-grown flower hath blown.
But 'tis fading away, it must pass from our view,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?
But 'tis fading away, it must pass from our view,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?

4 There's a new-made grave where the flowers bloom,
Where our darling now sleeps in the lowly tomb;
But its spirit hath gone to the realms of bliss,
From the tears and the sorrows of a world like this.
There's a darling in heaven--'tis waiting too,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?
There's a darling in heaven--'tis waiting too,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?

5 Then lay the little one's garments by,
Though wet with the tears from sorrow's eye;
Those dear little feet which earth hath trod,
Now walk in the golden city of God.
There's a darling in heaven to love so true,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?
There's a darling in heaven to love so true,
And I know whose darling that is--don't you?