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Christy's plantation melodies. 65
My valley home, I loved it dearly,
No other home I wish to see— Oh ! but to part from it did grieve me:
It sheltered me in infancy. My parents dear, I left them weeping,
'Twas sorrow choked their last farewell— Before I die could I but greet them,
Oh! then I would my sorrow quell.
Chorus. My valley home, &c.
Oft in my dreams I see my mother,
And trace the tear-drop down her cheek Methinks she says, My child, come hither;
Oh! where shall I my lost one seek! Farewell! my home, the vision's fleeting,
A stranger now I'm forced to roam; When life is o'er, above I'll meet them, <
Those dear ones of my valley home.
Chorus. My valley home, &c. |
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We are Coming, Sister Mary.
Founded on a superstition of a portion of the coloured race, that death is forewarned in " Dream Song."
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth,
Pond & Co., New York.
On a stormy night in Winter,
When the winds blew cold and wet, I heard some strains of music
That I never can forget. I was sleeping in the cabin
Where lived Mary, fair and young, When a light shone in the window,
And a band of singers sung:—
Chorus. We are coming, sister Mary,
We are coming bye-and-bye ; Be you ready, sister Mary, For the time is drawing nigh. |
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