RB03 Home Again 1921 The Rebel Maid

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 23 Apr 2005

When high adventure makes its call,
young blood runs hot and free;
and youth demands to seek his luck,
where fortune may decree.
Then off he goes across the world,
in sunshine or in rain;
but happiness he seldom finds,
till he comes home again.

Oh! the old, old home with its old sweet air,
and the high old time in the old barn there.
To the lasses the old, old tale was told.
What a pity we ever grow old, old, old.
What a pity we ever grow old!

And when he's trod on foreign soil,
and sampled foreign ways;
he wants the country lanes at home,
he wants the April days.
He wants the lass he left behind,
he seeks her match in vain;
so with a smile of joy he turns,
and marches home again.

Oh! the old, old home with its old sweet air,
and the high old time in the old barn there.
To the lasses the old, old tale was told.
What a pity we ever grow old, old, old.
What a pity we ever grow old!

Soft karaoke
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RB03 Home Again 1921 The Rebel Maid
Music by Montague Phillips
Lyrics by Gerald Dobson
© MCMXXI by Chappell & Co. Ltd.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 23 April 2005 at 20.38
in association with Doug Grierson
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