Back to the spot I’ve never forgot,
Back to the old home again.
The green ivy clustered around the old walls,
The breath of sweet flowers filled the air,
The birds built their nests in the cosy thatched roof,
Their songs drove away every care;
I’d roam through the meadows, I’d climb o’er the hill,
In childhood’s sweet innocent glee,
My life was all sunshine, no sorrow or care,
Oh, how I am longing to be: —Chorus.