MY DEAR OLD MOTHER'S HOME.
Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.
By Joe Hart
The dearest spot in all this world to me, where in childhood days I grew-
Years have passed since last I gazed on it. still my heart is ever true;
Silence slumbers in each flower, songsters gather in each tree,
And they welcome every stranger in that little home across the sea.
No one knows how much I love it.
Through it's green fields I would roam;
There's not a place on earth that's half so sweet
As my dear old mother's home.
My dear old mother and her soft, gray hair, I see her before me now;
Her fond embrace and parting words I hear, as she kissed me on my brow;
God bless you, may you soon return, were her words so sweet to me.
And I know that she is waiting in that dear old home across the sea.- Chorus.