I Long to See the Old Home Once Again
Copyright, MDCCCXCIV. by Henry J. Wehman.
Words by Edward Stelnhardt. Music by W. C. Parker.
The sailors of our squadron. 'neath Afric's torrid zone,
Had just received the letters sent by friends in distant homes;
And as one read his letters, with many a deep-drawn sigh,
A comrade, sitting near him. asked, "Bad news, lad, that you cry?"
The sailor's lips then quiver'd, and then the answer came:
"No, Jack, I do so long to see my old home once again.
"I long to see the old home once again,
The old farm house, the rustic well,
To see the daisies In the field,
To watch the cows come from the dell.
I long to see my father's kindly face,
To feel again my mother's fond embrace,
See May, my wife, and little sister Jane-
Tea, I long to see the old home once again.
"To-day, a year ago, lad, I left my dear old home,
Far, far away, in distant lands for three years must we roam;
True, many sights we'll see, lad and many a curious place-
Far rather would I see, Instead, my dear old mother's face;
And my young wife has written that I have a son to name-
Oh, Jack, I do so long to see my old home once again." - Chorus.