American Old Time Song Lyrics: 35 Sunny Southern Home

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 35

SUNNY SOUTHERN HOME.
Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.
Words by Frank E. Cutler. Music by T. H. Lennon.

I am thinking to-day of my sunny Southern home,
Where I used to while away the happy hours;
Yes, my memory roams back to the place where I was born,
To de land of birds and sweet magnolia flowers.
But the years are Hitting by, and soon we all must die,
Must leave this land below for one above;
Oh, how I should like to see, before God shall beckon me,
That sunny Southern home that I love.

Chorus.
Of my sunny Southern home I will sing where'er I roam,
For it seems to me the dearest spot on earth;
Oh, how I would like to lie, when my time shall come to die,
Near the sunny Southern home of my birth.

I am thinking to-day of the friends I left behind,
How the parting filled my mother's heart with grief;
And my father's tears did now as on me he did bestow
The blessings which caused my heart much relief.
But wherever I may roam, I'll sing of my old home,
Where I spent many a happy, happy day;
When at last I leave this land, I shall join the angel band,
From my sunny Southern home far away.-Chorus.

I am thinking to-day of the happy hours we spent
In the cozy little cabin I called home;
And recall with a sigh, while my pulse is beating high.
All the scenes which caused me far away to roam.
But the cruel war is o'er, the darkies, slaves no more,
They're scattered o'er this land forever free;
When they hear old Gabriel call, they'll assemble one And all,
In Heaven at last a happy family.- Chorus.