Remembrance Of Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
REMEMBRANCE OF HOME. Written and sung by Gus Williams. 
I am thinking of my home, Of the cottage on the hill, The cottage where my poor old mother died; Of the orchard, of the school where I learned the golden rule, Of old Dobbin, on whose back I oft did ride. And as I recall the scene, It seems just like a dream, A dream that is past now and is o'er; A tear comes in my eye, and I can only sigh, For to see my dear and good old home once more. 
Chorus. Home once more, home once more, Shall I ever see my home once more? Home once more, home once more, Shall I ever see my home once more? 
Shall I ever see the church where I often used to go? Shall I ever see that dear old church again? Shall I ever see the mill that stood right near the hill, Or must I in a foreign land remain? Shall I ever see my father, That dear, old gray-haired man, As he sat in the arm-chair by the door? I have power, I have wealth, Yet I'd give them all for health, So that I could see my dear old home once more.-Chorus.