American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 The Old Familiar Place
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47
THE OLD FAMILIAR PLACE.
By C. W. Glover.
We may rove the wide world o'er, but we ne'er shall find a trace
Of the home we loved of yore, of the old familiar place;
Other scenes may be as bright, but we miss, 'neath alien skies,
Both the welcome and the light of the old, kind, loving eyes;
Home is home, of this bereft, mem'ry loves again to trace
All the forms of those we left in the old familiar place.
We may sail o'er every sea, but we still shall fail to find
Any spot so dear to be as the one we left behind;
Words of comfort we may hear, but they cannot touch the heart
Like the tones to memory dear, of the friends from whom we part;
Home is home, the wanderer longs all the scenes of youth to trace,
And to hear the old home songs in the old familiar place.