Show BACK TO THE Back to the to the sunlit vales and hills I Back to the farm to shady woods and Where the honeybees ming I Through the fragrant air of morn And the bobwhite gayly whistles From the wheatfield and the old I am so weary of this wicked world of its worry and its hurry and i. its noise and its But to thee my eyes are turning for thee my heart is yearn-f old farm cool and With sweet roses and green Where at swallows ter From the chimney and the U to the field to catch the lark's sweet to the to hear the thrush Where the whippoorwills are whistling As the cows come down the lane And the robin at my window 1 Sings the same old sweet re-i f rain 1 i dear old sainted mother's prayers are never vain I am coming back to to the old home loves again Homeward now my feet are turn- Homeward now my heart is I am coming to the old farm From a world of I shall plow and sow and harvest In the good old simple C. M. Barnitz in the American |