Dreaming of home, dear old home! Home and my childhood and mother
Oft when I wake 'tis sweet to find, I've been dreaming of home and mother.
Home, dear home, childhood's happy home When I played with sister and with brother
'Twas the sweet'st joy when we did roam Over hill and thro' dale with mother.
Dreaming of home, dear old home, Home of my childhood and mother
Oft when I wake, 'tis sweet to find I've been dreaming of home and mother.
Sleep, balmy sleep, close mine eyes, Keep me still thinking of mother
Hark! 'tis her voice I seem to hear, Yes I'm dreaming of home and mother.
Angels come, soothing me to rest, I can feel their presence and none other
For they sweetly say I shall be blest With bright visions of home and mother.