Dreaming Of Mother And Home-Sweet-Home
Composer(s): E.B. Holmes



When but a boy I wander'd from mother's fireside 
To seek a world of pleasure, steer forth on fortune's tide 
Beyond familiar places enchantment seem'd to gleam 
But now I know it was a boyish dream 
My mother tried to tell me my course would bring regret
But, like a boy, I thought she did not know 
And tho' her lips are silent I well remember yet 
Her loving words of warning long ago 

I'm

Dreaming of mother, of my own dear mother 
And now there's no other 
To take her place with me 
Now fate has bereft me 
And no one is left me 
I'm dreaming of mother and of Home Sweet Home

And now I want to tell you, in words both plain and true 
As through this world you travel, firm friends you'll find are few 
Should sickness overtake you, misfortune to come 
Your thoughts will turn to mother dear and home 
For when your purse is empty and worthless friends depart 
And you are in this wide, wide world alone 
There's one who still remembers, with every yearning heart 
'Tis mother in your dear, and distant home 

I'm

Dreaming of mother, of my own dear mother 
And now there's no other 
To take her place with me 
Now fate has bereft me 
And no one is left me 
I'm dreaming of mother and of Home Sweet Home