(dreaming of home，dear old home! home of my childhood and mother;

home，dear home，childhood happy home，when I played with sister and with brother，

'there’s the sweetest joy when we did roam，over hill and thro' dale with mother

hark!'tis her voice I seem to hear. Yes，I'm dreaming of home and mother.

Angels e，soothing me to rest，I can feel their presence and none other;

For they sweetly say I shall be blest; with bright visions of home and mother

childhood has e，e again，Sleeping I see my dear mother;

See her loved form beside me kneel，while I'm dreaming of home and mother.

mother dear，whisper to me now，tell me of my sister and my brother;

Now I feel thy hand upon my brow，Yes，I'm dreaming of home and mother)