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Show When I sit in the twilight gleaming, And the busy streets grow still, I dream of the wide, green meadows, And the old house on the hill. I can see the roses blooming Above the doorway low, Again my heart gives greetings To friends of long ago - Dear long ago! I can see my mother sitting With life's snowflakes in her hair, And she smiles above her knitting, And her face is saintly fair, And I can see my father reading, From the Bible on his knee, And again I hear him praying As he used to pray for me - So long ago! I see all the dear old faces Of the boys and girls at home As I saw them in the dear old days, Before we learned to roam. And I sing the old songs over With the friends I used to know, And my heart forgets its sorrows In its dream of long ago: Dear long ago! How widely our feet have wandered From our old home's tender ties, Some are beyond the ocean, And some are beyond the skies. My heart grows sad with thinking, Of the friends I used to know, Perhaps I shall meet in heaven All the loved ones of long ago, Dear long ago! |