Home Sweet Home

"Jly Old Kentucky ironle. "this Ecng wrUton by Stephen Col- line roster, a resident of Pennsylvania, while he and.his slater were on a visit to Judge John Rowan, a short distance east iSorags of Long Agi or .;Bftrdstown. One beautiful morning, •while the darkies were at work In the "In the Gold Fields of Montana." cornfields and the sun •was shining with lOvcr in the hills of Montana. iL- mlglity splendor on the waving grass— iHeart of the golden west; first giving It tho color of light rod. then lout where there's blessing aplenty. changing It to a golden hue—there •^ve^o iThat's where I found peace and rest. seated upon a bench in front of the Rowan homestead two young people—a brother f/ci7)e CHORUS. ami a sister. High up In the top of a Iln the gold fields of Montana. tree was a mocking bird •warbling its sweet I'Neath the western .skies so blue. notes. Over In the hidden recesses of a Il was searching for a treasure. small bush the thrush's mellow song could lAnd I found sweet precious you: IWhen I claimed you mine forever. bo heard. A number of small negro chil lAll my dreams of love came true dren were playing not far away. When Iln the gold fields of Montana J'^oster had finished the first verse of the |l found gold when I found'you. Eung, his sister took it from his hand and Bang in a sweet, mellow voloo: , Sent In by Mrs. Stella Hendren. Kamiah. Ildaho. The.Bun shines bright in my old Kentucky home; "11s summer, tho darkies are gay; The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, ^t'hllc the birds make music all the day. The young folks roil on the little cabin floor. All merry, all happy and bright; That Tumble-Down Shack In AtUoae. By-'n-by hard times comes a-kriockln' at I I'm a long •way from home, the door- And my thoughts ever roam Then my old Kentucky home, good To Auld Erin far over the eea, « night. 1 For my heart It is there , •V\'here the sides are oo fair On her finishing the first verse the .And old Ireland la calline for me. mocking-bird descended to a lower bough. Tho feathery songster drew his head to CHORUS., one aide, and appeared to he completely I Oh! I want to go back enraptured at the wonderful voice of the To that tumble-down ehacK young singer. When the last s^weet note Where the wild roaea bloom ro.und the died away Upon tho air, her fond brother ; door; ! Bang In a deep, bass voice: Just to pillow my head • i Songs of Long Ago , In that auld trundle bed, Weep no more, my lady; oh, weep no more I Just to see my auld mother onca more. today; The North Carolina Hills. We'll sing one song for the old Kentucky Oh. the North Carolina hills! I There's a bright ehlnlng light horhe, How majestic and how grand. Guiding me home tonight Tor our old Kentucky home far away. With their summits bathed In glory, Down the long road of white eobbie- Like our Prince Immanuel's landl I stone; The darkies had laid down their hoes II is any wonder then, , Down tiie road that leads back nnd rakes; the little tots had placed thcm- That iny heart •with rapture thrills. To that tumble-down ehack. As I stand once more with my loved ones To that tumble-down shack in Athlone. EOlves behind the large, sheltering trees, —Chorus. while the old black women were peeping On the North Carolina Hills? around the comer of the house. The faith ful old house dog never took his eyes off Oh. the hills, beautiful hills., There are eyes that are sad. I lie young elngers. Everything was still: How 1 love the North Carolina hills; As they watch for a lad not even the stirring of the leaves seemed If o'er sea or land t roam. 1 In the old-foahloned town of Athlone; to break the wonderful silence. Again Still I think of happy horns lAnd-I pray for tho day I he brother and sister took hold of the And the friends among the North Caro ItViien I'm sailing away lina htllsl To auld Ireland, and mother, my own— reinaiulng notes and sang in sweet ac ? —Chorua cents: Oh. the North Carolina hills! I They hunt no more for the,'possum and \there my childhood hours were, passed; Little Gray Homo In the West. the coon Where I often wandered lonely. IThon the golden sun sinks In the hilla. Or the meadow, the hill and the shore; And the future tried to cast: And the loll of a long-day Is o'er— They sing no -.more by the glimmer of Many are our visions bright. Though the road may be long, in the lift Which the future ne'er fulfills: the moon of a song But how sunny were my day dreams I forget I was weary before. On the bench by the old cabin door. On the North Carolina hills 1 The day goes by like a shadow o'er the Far ahead, •where the blue shadows fall. heart, I Shall come to contentment and rest; With sorrow where alLtvas delight; Oh, the North Carolina hills! And tho toils of the day will be all How unchanged they seem to stand charmed c^way The time has come trhen the darkies have "With their summits pointing .skyward In my littjle gray home of tho west. to part— To the great Almighty's landl Then my old Kentucky home, good Many changes I can see. ^ There are hands that will welcome me In. night. Which my heart with sadness lUIs, There are lipf I am burning to kiss- But no changes can be noticed The head must bow and the back will There are two eyee that shine juat be On the North Carolina hills! cause they are mine have to bend Wherever the darkies may go: And a thousand things other men misa Oh. the North Carolina hills! It's a corner of heaven itself, A few more days and the trouble all •will I must bid you now adieu; Tliougli it's only a tumble-down nest, end In my home beyond the mountains • JUit with love brooding there, why, no In the fields where the sugar cane grow. I shall ever dream of. you: place can contparc A few more days to "tote" tho feary In the evening lime oP life, my iiiil,: Kvay home In tho west. load- If my Father only wilh . No matter, it will never be light: 1 shall stlU behold the rlslon ■ A few more days till we totter on the Of the North Carolina hillal road- Then my old Kentucky homo, good Sent-in by Mrs. Olive Oeiger, St. John,;] night. Wash. As the song •*vas finished teare flowed down tlio..£4d„daritlae' clisak^; the cbil- : dren crept from their hiding places? bo- Old Time Songs : hind the trees, their faces wreathed in fiive Me a Heme In Montana. || Bmllos; the mocking-bird and thrush I've traveled all around, Miami Shore. sought their homes In tho thicket, whilo I've haft a lot of fun, [Down on the shore of Miami. ihc olri dog lay basking in the .sun. I've seen most everything Lit by the moon above. To see beneath the sun. Kissed by the waves that are sighing. I've traveled east. I've traveled west, Wonderful stories of love, I'm trayejjng to the place I love best, How can a fellow resist them? louen I tried In vain, I've seen tUe city lights tThere is a lure In Miami. On the Sunny Side of the Rockle*. Turn night into day, ]a pow'r that I can't explain; 1 live in memory, far, far away. Tm bicidliig farewell to old Broadway, Where I lost my heart long ago. Without a sigh, fni sayipg gdpdby, I When T am far from Miami, I'd give the world to be trailln" today. Now I'm starting on my way. j rar from it's golden sands. Back to the one 1 love so. Watch the gravel fly. S!ill there is sometblng that lures me, !|.Something no man understands, REFRAIN. ■ Is It the whispering palm trees, •' CHORUS. I Give me a home in Montana; a cowbey| On the sunny side of the Rockies. lOffrlRE their grateful shade! Where the desert kisses the sea. Montana, I Is it the silvery moonlight There I left my love near the Rockies, I And see how happy I will be. Or is it perhaps a maid? When we said goodby tenderly. I Give mo an old hickory cabin, Though mountains are high and we're far I And I won't be crabbin'. REFRAIN- apart. I Let a Montana moon shine for me, On the golden sands of old Miami shore, i I'll find a paradise In my dreams I'm with my sweetheart There I always find a girl whom I adore. 'Ncaih the blue inpuntgin skiasi Every year it seems to happen o'er and on the sunny side of the Rockies. Where a prairie wind blew to me. Where the desert kisses the sea.. o'er. Give me a home in MQntAng. On the golden sands where love commands A cowboy Montana.

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