I’ve seen many lands, but no place seemed so fair
As that dear little old-fashioned cot,
I’ve made many friends, but my dear parents’ love
I’ve never, no, never forgot.
They’re anxiously waiting to welcome me home—
They’re eager their fond love to show—
I’m tired of the wand’rings and trials of life,
And so once again I will go: —Chorus.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Tousey, and entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. 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.