On the banks of the Wabash
(Barndomshemmet)
(My childhood home)

				T&M: Paul Dresser

Round my Indiana homsted wave the corn-fields,
in the distans loom the wood-lands clear and cool.
Often times my tho'ts revert to sceens of child-hood,
where I first recieved my lessons natures school.
But one thing there's missing in the picture,
without her face it seems so incomplete,
I long to see my mother in the door-way,
as she stood there years ago her boy to greet.

	Oh, the moonlights fair tonight along the Wabash,
	from the fields there comes a breath of new-mown hay.
	Throught the sycamores the candle-lights are gleaming,
	on the banks of the Wadash far away.

Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,
arm and arm with sweetheart Mary by my side.
It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,
it was there I begged of her to be my bride.
Long years have passed since I strolled thro the churchyard,
she's sleeping there my angel Mary dear.
I loved her but she thought I didn't mean it,
still I'd give my future, where she only here.

	Oh, the moonlight fair........
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