American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 The Kind, Loving Faces At Home

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21

The Kind, Loving Faces at Home.
Copyright, 1877, by O. P. Benjamin.
Words by E. S. Dwyer. Music by Henry May lath.

I am thinking to-day of the home of my youth,
Near the brooklet that runs through the glade,
The green, grassy lawn, and the orchard so dear,
Where oft in my childhood I have strayed;
'Tis many a year since these scenes I have left,
Through far distant countries to roam,
But wherever I wander I still longed to see
The kind, loving faces at home.

Chorus.
And though we are parted, yet ever to me
Sweet thoughts of my loved ones come;
And wherever I wander I still long to see
The kind, loving faces at home.

How oft In my dreams have my thoughts wandered back
To my mother so kind and so true,
Who whispered good-bye, and God bless you, my boy,
When I bade her and father adieu;
E'en now, in my fancy, I once more can feel
Her warm loving kiss on my brow.
And sigh when I think that 'tis naught but a dream,
For I'm wandering far from her now.-Chorus.

My dear sweet sister with whom I have played
So oft in our childhood at home.
Has sent to me many a message of love,
To cheer me wherever, wherever I roam;
My father is waiting to meet me again
When my long weary journey is o'er,
And soon we will meet at the old fireside
To part on this earth nevermore.-Chorus.