Father, dear Father, come home with me now;
The clock in the steeple strikes one.
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
The fire is all out, the house is all dark,
And Mother's been watching since tea,
With poor little Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me.

Chorus: Come home, come home, come home;
Please, Father, dear Father, come home.

Father, dear Father, come home with me now;
The clock in the steeple strikes two.
The night has grown colder and Benny is worse,
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed, he is worse; Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn,
And this is the message she sent me to bring:
Please, Father, dear Father, come home.

Father, dear Father, come home with me now;
The clock in the steep strikes three.
The house is so lonely, the hours are so long,
For poor weeping Mother and me.
Yes, we are alone; poor Benny is dead
And gone with the angels of light.
And these are the very last words that he said:
"I want to kiss Papa goodnight."

(Chorus)