OLD ALBUM FACES.
Copyright, 1893, by Spaulding & Koruder.
Words and Music by Wm. B. Glenroy.
There's an old fam'ly relic I've cherished for years,
That was left by my mother to me:
It's a photograph album my ancestors had,
Which dates beyond my memory.
Though age-worn and tattered, 'tis all that remains
To tell me of those dear to me,
And when over its contents I carefully scan
Many dear, loving faces I see.
Old album faces, faces so kind and true,
Old album faces, always a pleasure to view;
Pictures of the old friends, long since gone before,
Old album faces, dear forevermore.
When alone in the evening my thoughts wander back
To the moments of childhood and joy,
And the neat little homestead, the place where I spent
My happiest days when a boy;
But mother and father were soon called away,
Then brother and sister died, too;
But I have the old album with portraits of all,
And daily its contents I view.-Refrain.