Dreaming of Mother's Angel Face.
Copyright, 1882. by W. H. Rieger.
Days long departed come now to me,
Joys that were mine so long ago;
Visions of beauty 'round me I see,
Voices of gladness wake soft and low.
Back to my home in fancy I stray,
Dreaming of days so far, far away;
Fond are the lips that greet me again,
Gladly I meet each warm embrace;
Dear to my heart, tho' sad was its pain,
There smiles my mother's bright angel face.
Dreaming, dreaming, day by day,
Dreaming, dreaming, though afar I stray;
Smiling and pure in sweet gentle grace.
Dreaming of mother's angel face.
Sweet are the thoughts it fondly recalls,
Once more a child I'm kneeling there;
Over the homestead night softly falls,
Gently is whispered love's holy prayer.
Time takes away each hope and each joy,
Visions of home it ne'er can destroy;
Cherished for aye with love true and deep,
Nothing on earth can e'er replace;
Still in my heart one treasure I'll keep,
That Is my mother's bright angel face.-Chorus.