(dreaming of home，dear old home! home of my childhood and mother;
home，dear home，childhood happy home，when i played with sister and with brother，
'there’s the sweetest joy when we did roam，over hill and thro' dale with mother
hark!'tis her voice i seem to hear. yes，i'm dreaming of home and mother.
angels e，soothing me to rest，i can feel their presence and none other;
for they sweetly say i shall be blest; with bright visions of home and mother
childhood has e，e again，sleeping i see my dear mother;
see her loved form beside me kneel，while i'm dreaming of home and mother.
mother dear，whisper to me now，tell me of my sister and my brother;
now i feel thy hand upon my brow，yes，i'm dreaming of home and mother)