Lyrics: First verse Where the mocking bird is singing, and the sunny skies are blue, Stands a little home forever dear to me; With a lonely heart I'm sighing, for the loved ones kind and true, Sadly longing by their sides once more to be; I can hear the river flowing, as it winds its way along, And the humming of the Bees among the corn; When the daily toil is over, comes the echo of a song, On the old plantation down where I was born! Chorus ‘Mid the fields of snowy cotton, In the land of golden corn, Stands a homestead unforgotten ‘Tis the home where I was born! Now my heart is sad and lonely, And I long once more to roam, ‘Mid the fields of snowy cotton, round my dear old Southern home! Second verse Far away my steps have wandered, but no place is half so dear, As that little home beside the valley stream; There the days were never lonely, and the skies were ever clear, And my heart was all a sweet and joyous dream; Now me thinks the birds are calling, o'er the meadows bright with dew, And the flowers seem to nod a welcome there! I am longing for the loved ones, and the hearts so fond and true, In my sunny Southern home forever fair!
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://220.127.116.11/cdm4/intro_harris.php