American Old Time Song Lyrics: 30 The Same Old Home

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 30

THE SAME OLD HOME.
Copyright, 1880, by C. D. Blake & Co.
Words and Music by Irvin T. Bush.

I left my dear old home in Ireland when I was a boy,
My youthful fancies forced me for to roam;
I've passed thro' many lands and climes, for me there was no joy.
My heart was with the dear ones left at home;
I never shall forget when our good ship sailed away,
When my parents clasped me to their hearts in tears:
"Don't forget the homestead, lad, for in the future 'twill be yours,"
But I pray they'll live for many, many years;
It's the same old home, it's the same old place.
And the same old fence surrounds the dear old space
That I left when but a boy, yet in after years with joy
I return to see the old familiar faces.

Chorus.
There's the same old path, through the same old grove,
And the same old fields in which I used to rove;
Oh, the many happy thoughts of my school-boy days in love.
When I romped with little Nellie through the garden.

How oft do I regret the day I left the old homestead;
Tho' years have passed, the picture still remains.
When I, an infant toddler, by my mother's hand was led
To wander thro' those dear old shady lanes;
Tho' grown to manhood now, yes. with wrinkles on my brow,
Sweet mem'ries of the past I still retain:
To the old home I've returned once more, the dearest spot on earth.
That good old home I ne'er shall leave again;
It's the same old home, it's the same old place;
And the same old fence surrounds the dear old space
That I left when but a boy, yet in after years with joy
I return to see the old familiar faces.-Chorus.

With beating heart I reach the home I left so long ago.
And tears of joy course down my cheeks like ruin;
I my feelings try to smother and those tears to stop, but, No!
Alas! I find the effort is in vain;
I near the old turnstile, where I linger for a while
To enjoy the lovely picture I see there;
The sweet face of dear mother, seated, as in days of yore,
By the window, knitting in her old arm-chair.
It's the same old home, it's the same old place,
And the same old fence surrounds the dear old space
That I left when but a boy, yet in after years with joy
I return to see the old familiar faces.-Chorus.