Empty Nest

♫ Get Home ♫ - BASTILLE

 

Home of my youth! with fond delight,

On thee doth recollection dwell;

Home of my youth! how gaily bright,

The scenes that childhood loved so well.

 

Cot of my fathers! well I know,

The spot that saw my infant dawn;

Near the green lane, the old elm row--

The village spire--the grassy lawn.

 

O! sweet to me the laughing hours,

When earth seemed gay, and heaven was fair;

When fancy culled her thornless flowers,

And pleasure reigned, unknown to care.

 

Home of my youth! this heart away,

Recalls those moments dear to me;

Often in dreams will memory stray,

Home of my youth--to weep o'er thee.

 

Home of My Youth By William B. Tappan

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