My Southern Home 1907

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 1 Jan 2008
2008

There's a dear old home in southland
where the sweet magnolias grow;
where the orange yields its fragrance
and its golden fruits bestow,
where the feathered songster's music
make the very welkin ring
as they greet each waking morning
with the songs they sweetly sing.
I can see the old plantation
where in chilhood's happy days
The hours were filled with pleasure
giving zest to all my plays;
how I loved with gay companions
through the fields and groves to roam
Yes I love to think of southland
as my early childhood home.

There are other homes I know,
where good will and friendship flow,
there are other fields and groves
thro' which to roam,
but to me there's none so dear,
none so fills my heart with cheer,
as the old plantation and my southern home.

I can hear the strains of music
as they float upon the breeze,
as the minstrel picks his banjo
'neath the old plantation trees
and the songs I've heard so often
echo back their sweet refrain
'till in memory
those happy childhood days I live again.
When my sun of life is setting
and my feet shall cease to roam
I would sleep beneath the sunshine
of my old plantation home;
I would have their fairest roses
and the sweet magnolias bloom
and they yield their sweetest fragrance
o'er my silent southland tomb.

There are other homes I know,
where good will and friendship flow,
there are other fields and groves
thro' which to roam,
but to me there's none so dear,
none so fills my heart with cheer,
as the old plantation and my southern home.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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My Southern Home 1907
Music by Harry J.Lincoln
Lyrics by The Rev.J.A.Patton
© MCMVII by Vandersloot Mus.Pub.Co., Williamsport, Pa.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tursday 1 January 2008 at 11.50
in association with Doug Grierson
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