The Song My Mother Used to Sing.
Copyright, 1890, by Oliver Ditson Company.
Words by J. McCristall Music by Pauline McCristall.
I dreamt of scenes in days of yore, when I from pain and care was free;
I saw my mother's face once more, it beamed with joy to welcome me;
I saw her as she used to sit, while childish glee around did ring.
And softly, sweetly as she knit, she sang the song she used to sing.
I think of dear and sainted mother everywhere I roam,
I fancy I hear her singing, far from "the old folks at home."
I saw the play-ground where the boys, so joyous, gay and free from care.
Would sport around with merry noise, while I in every sport did share;
I skipped across the emerald lea and plucked the flowers of early spring.
But dearer far than all to me, the song my mother used to sing.-Chorus.
I wandered by the little brook that through the greenwood winds its way.
Where in a shady Little nook I've fished for minnows many a day,
I climbed the old oak tree anew, and sat upon the little swing,
Where oft I swung und listened to the song my mother used to sing.-Chorus.