Down on the Farm
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> When a boy, I used to dwell
> In a home I loved so well
> Far away among the clover and the bees.
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> Where the Morning Glory vines
> 'Round the cabin porch did twine
> And the robin redbreast sang among the trees.
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> There were brothers, young and gay
> A father old and gray
> A mother dear to shield us from all harm.
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> There I spent life's golden hours
> Running wild among the flowers
> In my boyhood's happy days down on the farm.
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> Many weary years have past
> Since I saw the old place last
> Yet the memory dear steals o'er me like a charm
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> Every old familiar place
> Every kind and loving place
> In my boyhood's happy home down on the farm.
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> And today as I draw near
> That old home that I loved so dear
> A stranger comes to meet me at the door
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> 'Round the place there's many a change
> And the faces all seem strange
> Not a loved one comes to greet me anymore.
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> C.C. Wamsley - 1912
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