Many years have passed away and gone
Since I left my old native home
Since I left the scenes of my childhood there
Where the dark days seem to roam

I left my aged father there
And my mother so dear unto me
I left a brother and a sister fair
And a little girl that played upon my knee

Don't Ginny remember, will she ever forget
Those many hours of pleasure to me
Does she sigh when she thinks of those many happy hours
When a little girl she played upon my knee

I am homeward bound with the thrills of joy
Of my wandering so far o'er the sea
I shall soon see my home, my old native home
And the little girl that played upon my knee

I am tired of life, I cannot live
In this dark world so weary unto me
Come bury me low by the one I love so well
By the little girl that played upon my knee