I've lost my little daughter, Though not misplaced. I feel she's somewhere Bound by neither time nor space. Perhaps she sits before the Throne With radiant face. She could be dancing happily Like little girls do With golden taps beneath Each precious little shoe. I know she must love music, So I'm sure it's true. I'm grateful that in Heaven She is healthy and strong And that she's lulled to sleep each night By Heaven's song, But I wish I could hold her; Is that terribly wrong? I sang so often to her While she was with me And I will go on listening For her harmony. How sweet to know I'll hear it In eternity.