There I roamed in days of boyhood
With companions free from care,
As the tree tops sway ed above us
With the west wind playing there.
There we hunted ducks and turkeys;
Or as leaves came drifting down,
Sat and watched the graceful squirrel—
Heard the distant deep-mouthed hound.
I can see the old tent standing,
Scent the fragrant coffee pot,