American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 The Old Brass Knocker On The Door
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
The Old Brass Knocker on the Door.
Copyright, 1892. by O'Halloran & Mackenzie.
Words by Jere O'Halloran. Music by A. S. Mackenzie.
Last night I had a dream, how real all things did seem;
I was trav'ling o'er the paths of long ago,
I saw my old birth place, and my dear, land mother's face,
Such happiness again I'll never know,
Our old pet watch dog Tray. I could see as plain as day,
Lying near the open grate upon the floor.
Then a sound came through the hall, that held my heart enthralled.
From the old brass knocker on the door.
The old brass knocker on the door,
It reminds one of happy days of yore;
I've oft heard mother tell how they never used a bell,
But an old brass knocker on the door.
On an oaken door so old shone the knocker bright as gold,
How it glistened 'neath the sunbeams' radiant glow.
Ir was polished every day by my mother old and gray,
She kept it brightly shilling long ago.
A modern bell that chimes cannot recall old times.
Like that piece of hammered brass in days of yore.
Sweet music to my ears is that knock of by-gone years,
From the old brass knocker on the door.-Chorus.