DREAMING OF HOME AND MOTHER
(John P Ordway)

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.
Home dear home, childhood's happy home!
Where I played with sister and with brother.
'Twas the sweetest joy when we did roam,
Over hill and thru' dale with mother.

Chorus:
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 as no other;
For they sweetly say I shall be blest
With bright visions of home and mother.


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