Mother and Home

In a grave­yard lone

near the dear old home

Lies a form I love so well;

And I’ll ne’er for­get how she cared for me

Ere she said

My boy

fare­well.

From this earth dear mo­ther’s gone

But we’ll meet on Ca­naan’s shore;

There we’ll live while ag­es roll

Where sad part­ings come no more.

O the dear old home where I used to play

Is a place most dear to me;

But the one I loved I shall see no more

Till I cross the jas­per sea.

Near the dear old home

in the grave­yard lone

Mother’s form was laid to rest;

But we’ll meet again in the by and by

And be num­bered with the blest.

From this earth dear mo­ther’s gone

But we’ll meet on Ca­naan’s shore;

There we’ll live while ag­es roll

Where sad part­ings come no more.

O the dear old home where I used to play

Is a place most dear to me;

But the one I loved I shall see no more

Till I cross the jas­per sea.

Near the dear old home

in the grave­yard lone

Mother’s form was laid to rest;

But we’ll meet again in the by and by

And be num­bered with the blest.