Lizzie, Come Home to Mother.
Copyright, 1892, by Chas. W. Held.
Words by Charles Edwards. Music by George C. Edwards.
In a humble dwelling a mother watched with pride
The sweet And loving daughter who lingered by her side.
The idol of that home was she, her brother's joy as well;
No cloud upon the present of misfortune came to tell.
The hours went by in gladness, but alas! one dreary day.
She came no more to bless them, from her home she'd went away;
And soon they found a letter, "Oh, forgive," mother read;
"Your daughter has deceived you!" but with tears that mother said:
"Lizzie, come home to mother, she will forgive!
Lizzie, come home to mother, without you she cannot live!
Our home is so dark and lone now, its joy has turned to pain;
Hark to her cry, her heart-broken sigh, on, come home to mother again!"
Oft beside the window that mother's face was seen,
While Winter's snow was falling, while leaves of Spring were green;
She waited for her child's return, And heeded not the blight
That now had come to wither, like a flower, the heart's delight.
She seemed to hear her foot-steps as they pattered o'er the floor
In happy days of childhood that, alas, would come no more!
And then with weary anguish, while the hours were passing by.
She prayed that God would save her child And breathed a bitter sigh:- Chorus.
Thro' the streets, so crowded, her brother passed one day;
A form so sad And wretched he gazed at on his way;
Alas! it was the absent one, the sister, once so fair.
But gone was all the sunlight, all the joy she used to share.
He told her of the anguish that had fallen on their home.
And begged her erring foot-steps back from paths of pain to roam;
He led Her to their dwelling, but their mother's soul had fled!
And these words reach'd that daughter's heart while kneeling by the dead.- Cho.