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A DREAM OF MY MOTHER AND MY HOME.
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My Mother and my home,Ah! what pleasant words to me,
They light up my drooping heart whereever I may be,
And the joys of other days o'er my senses gently glide,
While lonely I struggle with the worlds busy tide,
While I rest from my tolls 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.
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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 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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