MY OLD VILLAGE HOME.
Copyright, 1895, by F. J. Tierney.
Words and Music by Dr. A. Merlin.
I long for the dear ones at home,
I miss them as no one can tell;
Dear father and mother, dear sister and brother,
In the old village home I love well.
'Twas there that we parted, with tears in our eyes
And a blessing of love on my ear;
Oh, I long to go back and find them all well
In the old village home I love dear.
To see them once more will gladden the heart,
I miss them as no tongue can tell;
Oh. I long with a sigh, and with tears in my eye,
For my old village home in the dell.
I dream of the dear ones at home,
When sleeping, I'm back in the dell,
Thro' the old village street, to the wild rustic seat,
And I drink from the old-fashioned well;
With shoutings of joy I am met at the gate,
And no more I've decided to roam.
I awake-it's a dream, then I mournfully sigh
For a glimpse of my old village home.- Chorus.