That Autograph Album of Mine.
Copyright, 1893, by F. M. Paine
Words by Jere O'Halloran. Music by Francis Marsena
I've a little old autograph album,
'Tis filled now with names dear to me;
Some of them friends of my childhood,
Ever cherished in dear memory.
It. recalls now fond visions of pleasure,
From that home midst the forests of pine;
'Tis a dear little hook that I treasure,
That autograph album of mine.
That autograph album of mine is a treasure I hold most divine;
'Tis dear to my heart, and I never could part with that autograph album of mine.
In that book I find sweet, pretty verses,
And mottoes and sentiments true,
I remember one dear little stanza
By a young village bard whom I knew.
Home is home, and no matter how humble,
There's no place on earth half so fine:
'Twas home, tho' the thatched roof might tumble,
Wrote the hard in that album of mine.-Refrain.
Then the names of my father and mother
And brother and sister appear;!
And a sketch of the old rustic homestead,
And scenes of those dear by-gone years,
Then a name I see scrawled in my album,
Who in youth clung to me like a vine;
Time and fate changes all, but the past
I recall in that autograph album of mine. Refrain.