DO THEY MISS ME Do they miss me at home, do they miss me It would be an assurance most dear To know that this moment some loved one Were saying, I wish he were here. To feel that the group at the fireside Were thinking of me as I roam heaven, Oh, Yes would the joy beyond measure To know that they miss me at home. When twilight approaches the season That ever is sacred to song, Does someone reflect my name And sigh that I tary so long. And is there a chord in the music, That’s missed when my voice is no more. And a chord in each heart that awaketh Regret at my wearisome day. Do they set me a chair near the table When evenings home pleasures are nigh, When the lights are lit in the window, And the stars in the calm azure sky. And when the goodnights are repeated, And lay them down to their sleep Do they think of the absent and weep more Or whisper goodnight while they weep. Do they miss me at home , do they miss me At morning, at noon or at night And linger one gloomy round them That only my presence could light And joys less invitingly welcome And pleasures less hale than before Because one is missing from the circle Because I am with them no more.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 03:44:42 +0000
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