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I am thinking today of the "old home"
That stands at the foot of a hill.
Twas built to make someone happy
Thought sorrow came often to hill
The room that were big and old-fashioned
With furniture simple and old,
But someone who lived there was dearer
My home! in the old apple orchard,
You seemed like a mansion to me
In the days when I was a youngest
And living to happy and free.
Twas there that out loved ones would gather,
and oh! the dear friends that we went,
The kind that you like to have near you,
The ones you will never forget.
So often I find myself dreaming,
And sometimes my eyes fill with tears;
I see my dear Mother still waiting
To greet me, as in the past years;
Oh! memoryes dear ever linger, Stay with me whereever I roam,
Fopr it is so sweet to remember
The scenes of my dear childhood home.
________Oleta Fox Cloos
That stands at the foot of a hill.
Twas built to make someone happy
Thought sorrow came often to hill
The room that were big and old-fashioned
With furniture simple and old,
But someone who lived there was dearer
My home! in the old apple orchard,
You seemed like a mansion to me
In the days when I was a youngest
And living to happy and free.
Twas there that out loved ones would gather,
and oh! the dear friends that we went,
The kind that you like to have near you,
The ones you will never forget.
So often I find myself dreaming,
And sometimes my eyes fill with tears;
I see my dear Mother still waiting
To greet me, as in the past years;
Oh! memoryes dear ever linger, Stay with me whereever I roam,
Fopr it is so sweet to remember
The scenes of my dear childhood home.
________Oleta Fox Cloos
