Homestead
‘Tis an old deserted homestead
On the outskirts of the town,
Where the roof is all (rusted),
And the walls are tumbling down’
But around that little cottage
Do my brightest mem’ries cling,
For ‘twas there I spent the moments
Of my youth, life’s happy spring.
Now the old place is deserted,
And the walls are falling down’
All who made the home life cheerful,
Now have died or moved to town.
But about that dear old cottage
Shall my mem’ries ever cling.
