American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 A Welcome That Will Never Die
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35
A Welcome that Will Never Die.
Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Barney Mullelly.
I remember leaving home and parents;
Oh! dear, but it makes me feel sad
To think I should roam far away from home,
Away from dear mother and dad.
My poor old father stood in the door,
The sad sight I will see evermore,
As they bid me good-bye, my mother did cry,
Saying, my joy And love is o'er.
Chorus.
Teddy, my own darling boy, you will return by and by;
Let fortune be good or bad as it may, you'll be welcome by father and I.
Teddy, my own darling boy, you will come back by and by;
Let fortune be good or bad as it may, we've a welcome that never will die.
So I left home and came to this country.
Then sorrow it fell to my share;
Wherever I'd roam, there was no place like home,
My heart would turn back to them there.
With a sickness I soon was laid low,
With the fever I raved, I know;
Mother's words I could hear so plain in my ear,
Saying, my joy And love is o'er.- Chorus.
When I recovered I again sought labor,
But dame fortune on me did frown;
No favor for me, I plainly could see-
The fates they seemed holding me down.
Then once more I was confined to my bed.
Yes, my spirit had very near fled,
When to my surprise, before my own eyes.
My parents stood there and they said:
Chorus.
Teddy, my own darling boy, we thought we could come ere you'd die;
Let fortune be good or bad us it may, you'll be welcome by father and I.
Teddy, my own darling boy, dry your tears And do not cry;
Let fortune be good or bad as it may, we've a welcome that never will die.