The Song That Reached My Heart.
Copyright, 1887, by Willis Woodward & Co.
I sat midst a mighty throng
Within a palace grand,
In a city far beyond the sea,
In a distant foreign land;
I listened the grandest strain
My ear had ever heard,
Enraptured, charmed, amazed I was,
My inmost soul was stirred.
I looked on the singer fair,
My heart was at her feet,
She sang of love, the old, old theme,
In accents low and sweet;
And then she sang a song
That made the teardrops start.
She sang a song, a song of home,
A song that reached my heart.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
She sang the song of "Home, Sweet Home,"
The song that reached my heart.
That night I shall never forget,
That night with its pleasure and pain,
I think of the singer, I think of the song,
And wish I could live it again;
In fancy again I recall
The scene with its splendor bright,
The mighty throng, the palace grand,
Oh. the mem'ry of that night.
My fancy it may have been
But never had I heard
A song that thrilled me o'er like this,
Like this so strangely stirred;
The memo'ries of that night of bliss
Will never from me part,
She sang a song of "Home, Sweet Home,"
The song that reached my heart.-Chorus.