MY WESTERN HOME--1914

Dear old home of my girlhood days, 
For me the flowers bloom sweeter there
And birds building nests in the nearby trees
With sweeter music fill the air.

Over the green of the hillside,
Down into the valley I love;
Clear, and in tune with the springtime,
Comes the quail call and "coo" of the dove.

And golden sunshine and shadow
Play over the blue mountain side,
'Til sunset tints touch them with glory
And they darken at eventide.

In sunlight or 'neath the moonbeams
The charm is around it still,
My little home where the valley is green
And flowers grow over the hill.

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