CHORUS: Just a strand from a yellow curl
Brings memories of our girl.
An angel here on earth she seemed to me.
But the master called one day
And took our child away.
Now all we have is a strand from the yellow curl.

The family bible holds in its pages yellowed, old,
A treasure far more dear than life to me,
And I shed a silent tear each day as year by year
This treasure grows more precious to my heart. CHORUS

Each day we miss her more:
Her tottering feet upon the floor,
Her sweet voice gaily laughing while at play.
Blue eyes we can't forget
Calling to us yet,
Calling to us from that golden shore. CHORUS