Good-By, Dear Old Step-Stone, Good-By
Copyright, 1893, by Louis Haas.
By Bob Slavin.
I stand on the door-step at evening time now,
The wind whistles by with a moan;
The fields will be whittling, but I will be gone
To roam on the wide world alone.
I stood on the door-step when school time was o'er,
And long'd for the time to go by;
But now it has gone, and I stand here to-night
To bid this dear step stone good-by.
Good-by to the door-step, good-by to my home,
God bless those I leave with a sigh.
I'll cherish dear mem'ries when I'm far away;
Good-by, dear old step-stone, good-by.
There's many temptations with which I may meet,
Sad, mournful, sincere ev'ry day:
But the folks at home I never shall greet,
Their forms will be so far away."
I'll think of the dear old step-stone at the door.
And oft drop a tear from my eye;
I'll stand in my dreams as I do here to-night.
To bid this dear step-stone good-by.- Chorus.