Each stitch is a thought of you, dear / words by Al. Sweet music by Billy Baskette
| Title | Each stitch is a thought of you, dear / words by Al. Sweet music by Billy Baskette |
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| Subject | World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music;Popular music -- 1911-1920;Songs with piano |
| Description | Popular edition--Cover;Song for voice and piano;Caption title;"Dedicated to that Army of Noble Women-Mothers-Wives-Sisters and Sweethearts who are doing their bit for the boys 'Over There"": at heat of title;Cover illustration of an elderly woman knitting and a cloth with four stars hanging near her;Publishers advertisement for "The popular songs of America at War": pg.[4] |
| Creator | Baskette, Billy |
| Publisher | New York : L. Feist |
| Date | 1918 |
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| Format | Sheet music |
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| Type | Image |
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| Identifier | SMC03536 |
| 3788 L. Feist | |
| https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/37145 | |
| Alternative Title | First line of text: By the lamplight's glow in the evening;First line of chorus: Each stitch is a thought of you, dear |
| Is Part Of | Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University |
| References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu:443/record=b2897692~S9 |
VERSE 01: By the lamp-light's glow in the evening/Sits a mother old and grey,/Silently knitting, with fingers worn,/For her boys so far away;/Tho' her heart is heavy with sorrow,/And her brow all wrinkled with care,/With ev'ry stitch that is fashioned,/She breathes a gentle pray'r.CHORUS: "Each stitch is a thought of you, dear,/Woven with loving care,/I'm knitting my heart in each garment, dear,/To send to you somewhere;/My hands are old and worn, dear,/The stitches may not be true;/But there's love in each once, a mother's love for her son,/Each stitch is a thought of you."VERSE 02: There's a scarf for Jimmie of woolen,/And a cap for Bobbie dear,/God, keep them always safe from harm,/And forgive a mother's tear;/I have knitted their baby stockings,/And I'm proud to do it again,/And tho' the cradle stopped rocking/For my four big brave men: | |
| Original Format | 1 score (3 pages) 35 cm |
