There's a Silver Lining to Ev'ry Cloud.
Copyright, 1892, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Words by Norton Atkins and Will Godwin. Music by Will Godwin.
When yet but a boy I was anxious to roam,
And my passion could not be controlled;
And heedless of all my dear parents advice,
Like a sheep I deserted my fold.
My love of adventure had led me to roam
In many strange lands o'er the sea;
And often at night, I in silence have prayed
That yet once again I might be-
At home, sweet home! back to the dear old home!
To find it bright and cheerful-Why did I wish to roam?
The wand'rer thinks of those he loves, but tho' dear friends must part,
"There's a silver lining to ev'ry cloud," in the hope of a wand'rer's heart.
How often in dreams have I seen the old cot,
And the streamlet that runs through the glade,
The old village school And the little church-yard,
Where with comrades in childhood we played;
But favoring winds filled the sails of my ship
And gone is the dark, bitter past;
My parents and I are united again,
I'm back in the old home at last.- Chorus.
My kind, loving parents with heads gray with grief,
Now are cheerful and happy again,
All sorrow's forgotten, we'll part never more,
For their prayers have not been all in vain.
The kettle is singing a bright little song,
The cricket is chirping with glee,
The old vacant chair now is filled once again,
As the fam'ly all cling round my knee!- Chorus.