Imagine the love

Of a child for his toys,

The love of a bird

For its mate,

Imagine the love

Of a miser for gold,

Then imagine a love

Twice as great.

If you multiply each love

A million times more,

It won't be half the love

That a mother has for:

Baby shoes, baby shoes,

Mother will never forget them,

You have forgotten

When your feet were bare,

Mother remembers,

She still has a pair

Of baby shoes, baby shoes,

To keep them,

The world she'd refuse.

If she had to choose,

Her life she would lose,

Before she'd part with her

Baby's shoes.

Baby shoes, baby shoes,

Mother will never forget them,

You have forgotten

When your feet were bare,

Mother remembers,

She still has a pair

Of baby shoes, baby shoes,

To keep them,

The world she'd refuse.

If she had to choose,

Her life she would lose,

Before she'd part with her

Baby's shoes.



Alone in the attic

She fondles those shoes,

And wonders

Where her boy has gone,

And over his shoes

She is saying a pray'r,

That the good Lord

Will keep him from harm.

In her heart

There is gladness,

Tho' her eyes are wet,

Because Mother remembers,

Tho' you may forget:

Baby shoes, baby shoes,

Mother will never forget them,

You have forgotten

When your feet were bare,

Mother remembers,

She still has a pair

Of baby shoes, baby shoes,

To keep them,

The world she'd refuse.

If she had to choose,

Her life she would lose,

Before she'd part with her

Baby's shoes.

Baby shoes, baby shoes,

Mother will never forget them,

You have forgotten

When your feet were bare,

Mother remembers,

She still has a pair

Of baby shoes, baby shoes,

To keep them,

The world she'd refuse.

If she had to choose,

Her life she would lose,

Before she'd part with her

Baby's shoes.