Dedicated to the cbayer primitive:
Mother, dear mother, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home after shopping
As soon as your day's romp was done;
Our stove is gone cold, our house is all dark,
And father's been watching since tea,
With poor baby brother so sick in his arms
And no one to help him but me,
Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother, dear mother, come home.
Chorus:
Hear the sweet voice of the child,
Which the night-winds repeat as they roam;
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers
"Please mother, dear mother, come home."
Mother, dear mother, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder, and brother is worse
But he has been calling for you:
Indeed he is worse, pa says he will die--
Perhaps before morning shall dawn;
And this is the message he sent me to bring
"Come quickly, or he will be gone."
Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother, dear mother, come home.
Chorus:
Mother, dear Mother, come home with me now,
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely, the hours are so long,
For poor weeping father and me;
Yes, we are alone, poor brother is dead,
And gone with the angels of light;
And these were the very last words that he said
"I want to kiss mama good-night."
Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother, dear mother, come home.
Chorus:
