My Native Home

I'd like to see my native home
The lofty trees, the golden sand
The rugged hills all crowded 'round
My mother's voice how sweet would sound

Sometimes I dream of home and friends
My dreams are false my heart is rent
And when I wake I'm all alone
My dreams are false, my friends are gone

I'd like to see my hearts delight
Her beautiful face and eyes so bright
And how she'd smile as I drew near
I'd kiss her with a fallen tear

It fills my heart with fondest love
To listen to that lonesome dove
He mourns as if his mate was gone
As if like me, left all alone

Nine or ten years have passed and gone
And still I'm left here all alone
I'd like to see my native home
Among your hills I love to roam