THE OLD FARM HOUSE
John Rogers Thomas
1.
Oh the old farm house down
beside the valley stream,
Where in childhood so oft
I have played;
Ere sorrow had clouded
my heart's early dream
Of life's purest joys had decayed,
How well I remember its vine
covered roof
And the rose bushes clust'ring nigh,
And the tall stately poplar
trees standing aloof,
Whose tops seem'd to reach
to the sky;
Oh the old farm house
my childhood's happy home.
2.
Oh the old farm house,
how I've sported 'round its hearth
With my sisters and brothers so dear,
How oft has it rung with our
innocent mirth;
And hallow'd our soft evening pray'r,
But the old farm house now
is howing to decay
Its stones like dead friends
lie apart,
But its dear cherish'd image
shall ne'er fade away
From affection's domain
in my heart;
Oh the old farm house
my childhood's happy home.
