My Native Home

I’d like to see my native home
The lofty trees the golden sand
The rugged mountains crowded ’round
My mother’s voice how sweet the sound

Sometimes I dream of home and friends
My dreams are false my heart it bends
And when I ‘wake I’m all alone
My dreams are false, my friends are gone

It fills my heart with fondest love
To listen to that lonesome dove
She mourns as if her mate was gone
As if like me left all alone

I’d like to see my hearts desire
Her beautiful face and eyes so bright
And how she’d smile when I drew near
I’d kiss her with a fallen tear

A hard 10 years have past and gone
And still I’m left here all alone
Searching on my native home
Among the hills I love to roam