A MOTHER'S WELCOME.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey.
Words and Music by Felix McGlennon.
A wayward boy got tired of home, and said: "I'll go to sea;
I'll travel all the wide world o'er, from home restraints he free."
His mother said, "Don't leave me, Jack; you are my only joy";
But all in vain, he'd have his way, so she said to the boy:
"Good-bye, darling; good-bye, dear;
Don't forget the loving heart that's waiting for you here;
When you're sad and weary and no more you wish to roam,
Your mother still will welcome you at home, sweet home.'"
The foolish boy went off to sea, despite his mother's tears;
No letter reached her from the lad for many weary years.
He led a wild And reckless life, but sometimes in his sleep
His mother's sweet face he would see, And she would sadly weep. - Chorus.
The poor old mother waited, and she'd sadly smile and say:
"My boy will tire of rambling and come back to me some day.
The world to him may cruel be, the soiled and weary dove
Will fly back to the parent nest, to find a mother's love." - Chorus.
At last he tired of rambling, and he longed for peace and rest,
And for his mother's love he yearned, his dearest friend and best,
But like a flower neglected, she had pined away And died.
On earth his only comfort is the last words that she cried:-Chorus.