IN A SNUG LITTLE HOME OF YOUR OWN.
Words and music by Felix McGlennon.
What are the fashions and follies of life!
Only an empty dream;
Only a burden of struggle and strife.
As we drift adown the stream.
A fig for your worldly pleasures,
How very soon they cloy,
But there ’mongst your sweet home treasures,
You can find purest joy!
Chorus.—In a snug little home of your own,
A snug little home of your own,
With smiling faces ’round,
True happiness is found,
In a snug little home of your own.
Seeking excitement, you often may go
Out with the busy throng,
And like a butterfly flit to and fro,
As you sing a worldly song;
When pleasure’s bright flame is burning,
Into the blaze you fly,
And then from temptation turning,
For purer life you sigh.—Chorus.
When honest love in your heart finds a place,
Bright as the sun’s your life;
Plans for the future, in fancy you trace,
With a sweet and pure young wife,
You’re hopefully, tenderly gazing
Into futurity—
Bright castles in the air you’re building,
Thinking when you will be—Chorus.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.