Lyr. Add: FAREWELL TO THE HOME OF MY CHILDHOOD
Anon.

1
Farewell to the Home of my childhood,
Farewell to my cottage and vine,
I go to the land of the stranger,
Where pleasure alone will be mine.
When Life's fleeting journey is o'er,
And earth again mingles with earth,
I can rest in the land of the stranger,
As well as in that of my birth.
Yes, these were my feelings when parting,
But absence soon alter'd their tone,
The cold hands of sickness came o'er me,
And I wept o'er my sorrow alone.
2
No friend came near me to cheer me,
No parent to soften my grief,
No brother, nor sister were near me,
And strangers could give no relief;
It's true that it matters but little,
Tho' living, the thought makes one pine,
Whate'er befalls the poor relic,
When the spirit has flown from its shrine,
But oh! when life's journey is o'er,
And earth again mingles with earth,
Lamented or not, still my wish is,
To rest in the land of my birth.

Reminiscent in part to Crockett's "Farewell to the Mountains."

Song sheet, Johnson, Philadelphia. Also Thomas G. Doyle, Baltimore.

Also posted to thread 52484, "Man of Constant Sorrow," but put here to make comparisons easier with Crockett's "Farewell...," posted above by Malcolm Douglas.