American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 Have You Come To Take Me Home
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54
Have You Come to Take Me Home?
Copyright, 1897, by the Orphean Music Publishing Co.
Words by T. C. Harbaugh. Music by Richard O. Mann.
I did not know her face at first, when 'neath the lights we met,
For she had changed so very much, you know-
Perhaps I should have known at once the sparkling eyes of Jet,
I saw them oftentimes long years ago.
She laid her hand upon my sleeve, and falt'ringly she said,
"I'm tired of wand'ring 'neath the starry dome;
I've wished a thousand times the daisies bloomed above my head,
Ob, tell me, have you come to take me home?"
"'Tis for you I've long been waiting,
I, a waif upon life's foam.
And I know to-night you'll tell me,
That you've come to take me home.
For my loved ones I am pining,
Ob, no more I care to roam,
And I pray, dear friend of childhood,
That you've come to take me home."
She told me how In dreams, she saw the home she cherished still.
Where billows in their revel lash the shore;
How deep into her girlish heart, an aching void fo fill,
Came voices, aye, and faces loved of yore.
And then she'd touch my sleeve again, and, in a voice like prayer
She'd cry, "No longer from the hearth I'd roam;
I'm dying for a mother's kiss, I need a mother's care,
Oh, tell me, you come to take me home?" - Chorus