DEAR OLD FRIENDLY FACES.
Copyright, 1891, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written and Composed by Norton Atkins.
I sit alone in the twilight, and dream of the days gone by,
When life was so fair and cloudless, and bright as a summer sky;
All things were pure and tender, unknown the thought of pain,
And gazing in the embers I seem to see again:
Dear old friendly faces, faithful unto me,
Dear old friends departed across the silent sea;
In golden days of long ago, how blithe we used to be.
Ah! happy dreams of dear old friends and faces.
I think of youthful companions, whose love was the world to me,
I think of the dear old village, and life as it used to be;
In dreams again the lassies upon the green advance.
And while the fiddler's playing we join the rustic dance.-Refrain.
I feel again in the twilight the touch of the vanished hands,
And hear once again those voices long passed to other lands;
I seem to hear them singing the songs I loved the best,
I know my old companions are calling me to rest.- Refrain.