From the nest of joy and comfort where the happy birdlings sang,
I can see the scene before me as a mother begged and prayed,
And the picture of the daughter who had strayed.
Chorus.
The same sweet bells are ringing,
The same sweet birds are singing,
The same sweet vines are clinging,
To the home of her youth in the lane!
The same sweet lips are sighing,
The same sweet eyes are crying,