The Miner's Dream Of Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MINER'S DREAM OF HOME Copyright, 1891. by Francis, Day & Hunter. Written and Composed by Will Goodman and Leo Dryden. 
It is ten weary years since I left Ireland's shore, in a far distant country to roam; How I long to return to my own native land, To my friends and the old folks at home. Last night, as I slumbered, I had a strange dream, One that seemed to bring distant friends near; I dreamt of old England, the land of my birth, To the heart of her sons ever dear. 
Refrain. I saw the old homestead and faces I love; I saw England's valleys & dells; I listened with Joy. as I did when a boy, to the sound of the old village bells; The log was burning brightly-'twas a night that should banish all sin, For the bells were ringing the old year out and the new year in. 
While the joyous bells rang, swift I wended my way To the cot where I lived when a boy; And I looked in the window, yes, there, by the fire. Sat my parents-my heart filled with joy. The tears trickled fast down my bronzed, furrowed cheeks, As I gazed on my mother so dear; I knew in my heart she was raising a prayer For the boy whom she dreamt not was near.- Refrain. 
At the door of the cottage we met face to face, 'Twas the first time for ten weary years; Soon the past was forgotten-we stood hand in hand-Father, mother and wanderer in tears. Once more in the fireplace the oak log burns bright, I And I promised no more would I roam; As I sit in the old vacant chair by the hearth. And I sing the dear song "Home, Sweet Home." - Ref.