The east bound train was crowded one cold December day

The conductor shouted, "Tickets" in his old- time fashioned way

A little girl, in sadness , her hair as bright as gold

She said< " I have no ticket" and then her story told



"My father he's in prison he's lost his sight they say

I'm going to beg his pardon this cold December day

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My mother's daily sewing to try to earn our bread

My poor dear old blind father in prison almost dead

My brother and my sister would both be mighty glad,

If I could only bring back my poor, dear , old blind Dad"



The conductor could not answer he could not make a reply

While looking at this little one he brushed a teardrop from his eye

"Do not fear my little one just stay right where you are

You'll never need a ticket while I am on this car"