THE OLD FAMILY ALBUM.
Copyright, 1889, by William Gilligan.
Words and Music by William Gilligan.
How well I remember, in days long gone by,
The old-fashion'd homestead I valued so high;
Where father and mother and sisters, so dear.
Were happy and cheerful whene'er I draw near.
But now all is chang'd, time has left its own print,
My vision of happiness lost its bright tint;
But there's one consolation far dearer than all,
The old family album I love to recall.
Then cherish it dearly that treasure of love,
A keepsake so precious, a charm from above;
And the fond recollections of faces so dear,
The old family album brings ever more near.
The friends of my youth I have here by the score,
What pleasure to look at their faces once more;
And think of the hours that together we spent
In harmless enjoyment and wild merriment.
The years come and go and life seems but a dream,
When I think of the homestead so close by the stream;
Still there's one little comfort remaining for me.
The old family album I'm happy to see-Chorus.
There's picture of mother with silv'ry white hair,
The pride of the album, so guard it with care;
And kind, aged father, and sisters, so true,
Their faces appear in this old album too.
So let us push on thro' this world's endless strife.
And fill every space in our album of life;
But remember there's nothing so holy by far
As the old family album, your own guiding star.-Chorus.