Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1

The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago

Battling with life,’Mid care and strife,The daily toils in hope I undergo;Yet mem’ry will wander,Fonder oh, fonder,To the dear old folks I loved long ago.Long years have goneSince in the mornOf life I heard the river’s gentle flow;And oft mem’ry lingers,As point time’s fingers,To the dear old folks I loved long ago.Dell, hill, and tree,Flower, bird, and bee,All as of yore, make music sweet and low,And, though on earth riven,I hope to meet in heavenThe dear old folks I loved long ago.Then up, my soul,Strive for the goal,Oh, linger not to weep and wail in woe;For far in yon azure blueMethinks I yet may knowThe dear old folks I loved long ago.