Come Back to Us, Sister. Again.
Copyright, 1897, by Frank Tousey.
Words by T. L. Clay. Music by Felix McGlennon.
There's a room in an old-fashioned farm-house,
A mother oft goes there to pray;
All there is in that room they hold sacred,
Since Nelly from home went away:
There's her work-box, her chair by the window,
Left just as they were on that night,
When Beguiled by the tongue of the tempter,
Their darling from home took her flight.
There are dear ones who long to caress her,
Who'd shield her from sorrow and pain;
And often they murmur, "God bless her.
Come back to us, sister, again.
Tho' her name Is not spoken among them,
Yet oft when the old folks look sad,
Ah, they know they are thinking of Nelly,
whose smile seemed to make all things glad.
Has she found among strangers a shelter,
Secure from the finger of scorn.
Or amid the cold world does she wander,
Neglected, despised and forlorn?-Refrain.
Oh, how oft on a dark night in winter,
With pitiless snow falling fast,
They have seemed to hear poor Nelly calling,
As though she had come back at last;
Then that mother will sigh thro' her weeping,
"If parted, my child, we must live,
Would to God you may know we are willing
To welcome, forget, and forgive." -Refrain.