American Old Time Song Lyrics: 49 The Same Old Mother Loves Me In The Same Old Home
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 49
The Same Old Mother Loves Me, in the Same Old Home.
Copyright, 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by William Jerome. Music by Andrew Mack.
The dearest "pot on earth to me is my old country home,
And though it's but an humble one, I have no care to roam;
A mother's, loving words are dearer than all earthly fame;
Though life has many changes, my old home remains the same.
Just the same old fireside, just the same old place:
Just the same old mother, with her same sweet face.
Friends may all desert me, hearts may turn a to stone.
But the same old mother loves me, in the same old home.
The same sweet-scented flowers are still growing 'round the door,
And as each day it passes by, I love the old home more.
The same old robin red-breast in the tree still sweetly sings.
And I fancy I'm a baby, tied to mother's apron strings.- Chorus.