 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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HAPPY HOURS AT HOME
[1]
I sit me down by my own firesideWhen 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 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.
[2]
I sit me down by my own firesideWhere the children sport in glee,
While the clear young voice of our household pride
Makes melody that's dear to me.
And by every art that can charm the heart,
They alure my cares away,
To prepare my soul as the swift hours roll,
For the duties of the bright coming day.
CHORUS.
Happy hours at home!Happy hours at home!
How the moments glide by the bright fireside,
In the happy hours at home.
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