Faces of my dear old friends at home.
Chorus.
Oh! the old, old friends, in the old, old home,
Are they thinking of the wand’rer o’er the foam?
There’s a vacant chair, and I’ll soon be there,
In the old, old home!
O’er the distant years, thro’ a mist of tears,
I recall my mother fond and true;
“Good-bye, darling Jack, you will soon come back,”
Thus with broken voice she bade adieu.