by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Happy hours at home
Language: English 
I sit me down by my own fireside 
When the winter nights come on, 
And I calmly dream as the dim hours glide, 
Of many pleasant scenes now gone; 

Of our healthful plays in my schoolboy days, 
That can never come again; 
Of our summer joys and our Christmas toys, 
And our rambles o'er the streamlet and plain. 

Chorus: 
Happy hours at home! 
Happy hours at home! 
How the moments glide by the bright fireside, 
In the happy hours at home. 

I sit me down by my own fireside 
Where the children sport in glee, 
While the clear young voice of our household pride 
Make melody that's dear to me. 

And by every art that can charm the heart, 
The allure my cares away, 
To prepare my soul as the swift hours roll, 
For the duties of the bright coming day.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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Word count: 141