136—THERE'S A LITTLE LANE WITHOUT A TURNING
There's a little lane without a turning
On the way to home sweet home,
There's a little mother always yearning
For the ones that long to roam—
There's a road that leads to strangers,
That's where friendship parts;
Another leads to dangers,
And it's paved with broken hearts.
Take a little lane without a turning
On the way to home sweet home.
137—THERE'S A LIGHT SHINING BRIGHT IN A WINDOW TO-NIGHT
There's a light shining bright in a window to-night
In a home across the sea;
There's a dear old mother thinks there is no other
Little boy in the world like me.
There's a grand old daddie, proud of his laddie
Doing his bit across the foam.
And I know they'll keep that light in the window bright
Until the boys come home.
138—IN AN OLD-FASHIONED TOWN
There's an old-fashioned house in an old-fashioned street
In a quaint little old-fashioned town;
There's a street where the cobble stones harass the feet
As it straggles up hill and then down;
And, though to and fro through the world I must go,
My heart while it beats in my breast,
Where e'er I may roam, to that old-fashioned home
Will fly back like a bird to its nest.
In that old-fashioned house in that old-fashioned street
Dwell a dear little old-fashioned pair,
I can see their two faces, so tender and sweet,
And I love ev'ry wrinkle that's there.
I love ev'ry mouse in that old-fashioned house,
In the street that runs up hill and down,
Each stone and each stick, ev'ry cobble and brick
In that quaint little old-fashioned town.
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