DREAMING- NEAR THE HEARTH.
Copyright, 1889, by Frank Harding.
Words by M. Cavanagh. Music by Alfred Lee.
When you hear the kettle singing on the hob on a winter night,
And the children's voices, ringing, till the old home with delight.
To your heart it brings such gladness, sweetest music to your ear;
Banishing all thoughts of sadness, happy are we when we hear:
Drip, drip, drip, falls the rain upon the window-pane;
Ha, ha, ha, laugh the little ones in mirth;
Chirp, chirp, chirp, you hear the cricket's merry note.
Singing to the old folks, who sit dreaming near the hearth.
(Granny's in the corner sitting, with her work upon her knee;
Sometimes sewing, sometimes knitting, like a girl of twenty-three;
Children's voices, ceasing never, merrily they sing and shout;
Near the hearth there's comfort ever, tho' the night is drear without.- Chorus
Little Sue has got a lover: every night he calls, you know,
To be teased by one or other, 'cause he's there in rain or snow;
Grandma has a welcome for him, and old grandpa by her side.
As he thinks of days gone o'er him, slyly smiles at his old bride.-Chorus.