American Old Time Song Lyrics: 50 Home Sweet Home And Mothers Arms
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 50
HOME, SWEET HOME, AND MOTHER'S ARMS.
Copyright, 1895, by Chas. W. Held.
Words by Thos. V. Dale. Music by Wm. H. Friday, Jr.
Gazing in the fire-light rosy, loving faces I can see;
Loving hearts so true and tender, though so for away from me;
Sister's voice is gently chiding, as my mother's eyes grow dim,
And methinks the fond lips murmur, "I was thinking, dear, of him!"
Home, sweet home, beyond the billows; home, sweet home, and mother's arms,
Longing to enfold the wand'rer, from this world's alluring charms;
From earth's vain and idle fancies: from its drear and dark alarms-
There is but one earthly solace: Home, sweet home, and mother's arms.
I can see the low, thatched cottage, with the roses 'round the door;
And the dear, old-fashioned garden, fragrant as in days of yore;
Near the roses that I planted, mother's dreaming in her chair,
And my arms, which would enfold her, find, alas I she is not there-Ref.
Fire-light forms another picture, and the wanderer is home;
Loving hearts are glad and joyful, nevermore is he to roam;
'Tis a dream, but sad the waking, yet the hope is born anew,
That perchance a glad reunion in the future may come true.-Refrain.