(dreaming of home，dear old home! home of my childhood and mother;</P>

home，dear home，childhood happy home，when I played with sister and with brother，</P>

'there’s the sweetest joy when we did roam，over hill and thro' dale with mother</P>

hark!'tis her voice I seem to hear. Yes，I'm dreaming of home and mother.</P>

Angels e，soothing me to rest，I can feel their presence and none other;</P>

For they sweetly say I shall be blest; with bright visions of home and mother</P>

childhood has e，e again，Sleeping I see my dear mother;</P>

See her loved form beside me kneel，while I'm dreaming of home and mother.</P>

mother dear，whisper to me now，tell me of my sister and my brother;</P>

Now I feel thy hand upon my brow，Yes，I'm dreaming of home and mother)