Poems (Himburg)/Longing for home
LONGING FOR HOME
When the violets spring from their slumber,And the bluebells nod their heads, When the morning glories climb around the door,Then I long, oh long to travelTo my home of long ago where mother Waits to greet me, as of yore.
Oh 'tis then my dreams of childhoodCome back to me again,For I'm filled with cheer at every little sound,When the bluebirds in the meadowsBegin to sing their songs,It is then I long to be back home again.
Just to see my dear old mother,As she waits there at the door,Just to know she is waiting there for me,For there is no love like mother love,And this you will learn when you've wandered,Yes—you've wandered far from home.