American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 Denied A Home
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
DENIED A HOME.
Copyright, MDCCCXCV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Harry S. Miller.
A poor, aged couple one day on the street
Stood asking assistance of each one they'd meet;
The snow it was falling, they shivered with cold-
I thought, what a pity, so feeble and old;
I gave them assistance, they thanked with a bow;
I asked if they'd no one to care for them now-
Have you no children to whom you could look?
They answered me sadly, their old heads they shook:-Yes-
We had two children, two bright, loving boys;
They were our idols, our pride and our ioya;
The youngest, he left us, the wide world to roam,
The other's a banker, denies us a home.
While hearing their story, a stranger drew nigh;
I saw, by appearance, he'd not pass them by;
He gazed but a moment, then cried in surprise:
"What! father and mother?" while tears filled his eyes;
He spoke of a brother he left years ago"Oh, is he so cruel, to treat you both so?
Now I have plenty, you'll not want in vain";
And still I can fancy I hear them again:-Yes- Chorus.
A year has rolled over since first I did meet
The old couple begging out in the cold street;
The son, who, in luxury, was forced to the wall,
In wild speculations lost fortune and all.
The old folks, in pity, they took him in, then;
A home, too, they gave him, which he denied them;
Now they are happy and thankful to-day,
And yet I can hear them as on that cold day:-Yes- Chorus.