THE OLD RED BARN.
I've been wand'ring to-day o'er the old, old farm,
Where I roam'd many happy days ago;
And I stray'd thro' the house where strangers now reside,
Sad mem'ries caused the bitter tears to flow.
Then I lingered near the place, where I spent the happy hours
Of childhood's joys that never come again;
And I turn with a sigh from the place I loved so well,
The old red bam in the lane, the old red barn in the lane.
The roof is almost gone, and the sides are crumbling, too,
Admitting both the sunshine and the ruin;
And I linger near the door, recalling days of yore
In the old red barn in the lane.
When a child oft I played in the old red barn.
With the schoolmates who have long since passed away;
And the friends of my youth are sleeping 'neath the sod.
There's no one here to welcome me to-day.
Ah! I heeded not advice when I left the dear old home.
The old folks waited my return in vain;
All my hope's and my dreams are now mingled with the past.
And link'd with the barn in the lane, the old red barn in the lane.-Chorus.