My Father?s Old Farm

Once more I return to my dear native home,
And from that old Farm no more will I roam,
?Twas on this sweet spot where the reapers so gay,
And youth seem?d as bright as the Sun?s golden ray;
?Twas here where my days of sweet infancy past,
I tim?d not their hours as they flew by so fast,
Those days are gone by and I feel not the joy,
In viewing those scenes I did whilst a boy.

CHORUS
Though sad, sad the heart, life still hath the charm,
And I feel as I gaze on my father?s old Farm.

They blest me ? I left ? they bid me be sure,
With honours return or return home no more,
Long years have roll?d by, thoughts of them and the spot,
Though absent they were, they were no forgot,
So poor, poor, I left them, on bright beaming morn,
With riches return?d like the leaf there gone,
?Twas here where my days of sweet infancy past,
And it?s here where I?ll die where I liv?d with content.

Though sad, sad the heart, life sill hath the charm,
And I feel as I gaze on my father?s old Farm.