Old Fashioned Homestead
Copyright, 1879, by John F Terry & Co.
I still do renumber the old fashioned homestead,
That beautiful place where on the green when in ehildhood,
That lovely old spot was so happy and bright.
The garden was loaded with sweet scented flowers-
The pretty magnolias grew close by the door-
How sweetly the mocking bird sang in the wild wood;
Take me' back home, let me see it once more.
The old-fashioned homestead I still do remember-
The magnolia flowers grew close by the door-
How sweetly the mocking bird sang in the wildwood;
Take me back home, let me see it once more.
How often I've thought of my dear aged mother-
God bless and protect her from sorrow and pain;
She kissed and caressed me so fondly in childhood,
I long to return just to see her again.
The garden and groves will look strange when I sec them,
Those sweet lovely places I still do adore;
The years, too, have vanished since last I beheld them;
Take me back home, let me see it once more.-Chorus.