by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

A dream of my mother and my home
Language: English 
My Mother and my home, 
Ah! what pleasant words to me, 
They light up my dropping heart 
Wherever I may be, 

And the joys of other days o'er my sense gently glide, 
While lonely I struggle with the worlds busy tide, 
While I rest from my toils at the close of day, 
And bright happy visions around me play, 
Recalling the loved voices far away, 
I dream of my mother and my home. 

My mother, my mother. 
How old time memories will come, dream of my dear and gentle mother, 
I dream of my mother and my home. 

My mother and my home! 
Ah! the happy days are gone, 
When all their sweet blessings 
Were around my pathway thrown, 

But visions of bright days will still come back again 
Renewing departed joys like some familiar strain, 
I see many homes filled with mirth and glee, 
But now in this wide world there's none for me; 
But the hours brighter grow, and my heart beats free, 
When I dream of my mother and my home. 

My mother, my mother. 
How old time memories will come, dream of my dear and gentle mother, 
I dream of my mother and my home.

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