Mother, Dearest, I Am Coming
Published by Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.
Mother, dearest, I am coming.
Dearest mother, since I left you
Many years have passed away;
I am weary of life’s pleasures,
I have found its idols clay;
I have glided with its current,
Feet its turmoil and its pain;
Mother, dearest, I am coming,
Take your wanderer home again.
I know that I have often grieved you,
You, so good, so pure and mild;
Care has touched me, it has changed me,
I’m no longer weak and wild:
And my lonely heart is pining,
From thy love no more I’ll roam;
Mother, dearest, I am coming
To my childhood’s happy home.
You said your love will watch and wait;
It has watched and waited long;
And you said it was forgiving;
I know it is true and strong.
Friends I’ve trusted have deceived me,
And so sadly now I roam,
Earth has lost for me its brightness—
Mother, dear, I’m coming home.
500 Illustrated Ballads, lithographed and printed by CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York.