American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 The Home Of My Childhood

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40

THE HOME OF MY CHILDHOOD.
(C) 1893, by B. L. Brannan and W. H. Beake. Music by Barrington L. Brannan.
The home of my childhood how dear,
Though far, far away it may be;
The thought of it oft brings a tear,
For that spot I again ne'er may see.
It was there in the eve time I knelt
With mother, where nightly we met.
She taught me to walk, to prattle and talk,
Her sweet memory I ne'er shall forget.
She taught me to walk, to prattle and talk,
Her sweet mem'ry I ne'er shall forget.

Refrain.
The home of my childhood shall ever be bright,
For in that dear cottage I first saw the light,
And sweet are the mem'ries entwined 'round that spot,
The home of my childhood shall ne'er he forgot,
And though I may wander, 'twill oft bring me cheer,
The home of my childhood so dear.

The cottage may still look the same,
But a home 'tis no longer for me;
In a strange land a stranger I roam,
Far, far from my home o'er the sea.
It was there in the morn of my youth,
When I climbed on my dear father's knee,
The advice that he gave, the impression it made,
They are sweetly abiding with me.
The advice that he gave, the impression it made,
They are sweetly abiding with me.-Refrain.

I hope we shall all meet again
In that bright home in Heaven above;
Where I know that the dear ones have gone,
Who died at the home I so love.
I oft think of the days that are past,
When from this world's care I was free,
And whatever be my lot, I'll still love that spot,
Though humble, how dear 'twas to me.
And whate'er he my lot, I'll still love that spot,
Though humble, 'twas a dear home to me.-Refrain.