IF I WERE HOME TO-NIGHT.
Copyright. 1893, by Jas. Horton.
Words by William H. Gardner. Music by W. C. Parker.
I've travelled this wide world over, and earth's fairest cities I've seen;
I've gazed on its golden sunshine, and watched its waters gleam,
But still in my heart I'm longing of friends to have one sight;
I'd give all the wealth I have gathered if I were home to-night.
Dear old home, my childhood's home, come to me in a vision bright;
Dear old home, that sweet, sweet home-I wish I were home to-night.
I wish I could see my mother, and feel her sweet kiss once again;
I wish I could see my sister tapping on the window pane;
I wish I could speak to father, and walk with footsteps light,
I'd give all the wealth I have gathered if I were home to-night-Chorus.
I wish I could hear the robins that sing there so sweetly in spring;
I wish I could hear the church-bells that Sundays used to ring;
My thoughts wander back to childhood, I see its golden light,
And loved ones would gather about me, if I were Dome to-night.- Chorus.