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.
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縲Dreaming of home, dear old home, Home of my childhood and mother
縲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.