WHERE MOTHER IS, IS HOME.
Copyright, 1886, by A. Buchbaum.
Words by George Cooper. Music by J. P. Skelly.
The world has many joys in store,
Though fleeting they may be;
We live its pleasures o'er and o'er,
Its clouds and sunshine see.
But there is still one hallowed place,
No matter where we roam;
And time can ne'er this truth efface,
Where mother is, is home.
Where mother is, is home,
She'll cheer you when you come;
Forever true her heart is to you,
Where mother is, that's home.
Though other scenes may bring delight,
And lure us for awhile;
We miss one face so dear and bright,
One sweet and loving smile.
And when in life we're tempest tost,
No star in yonder dome;
One hope is left though all be lost,
Where mother is, is home.- Chorus.
Then fold her fondly to your breast,
And smooth her pathway here;
Her smile can bid our sorrow rest,
And make our life still dear.
Oh! gentle thought amid our care,
While here on earth we roam;
Though joy or pain the heart may share,
Where mother is, is home.-Chorus.