Coll. by M.C. Parler Sung by Mr. Henry Weare
DeValls Bluff, Ark.
Nov. 13, 1953
Take Me Home
I once loved a girl, a very lovely girl,
A girl that I thought was my own,
And I loved her so well that no human tongue could tell,
And I built her a bower in my heart.
Take me home, take me home,
To my old dear sweet home,
To the bright, sunny South take me home;
Where the mocking-birds sing me to rest every night
Oh, why was I tempted to roam?
I once climbed a hill, a very high hill,
A hill that was lofty and high,
And there I spied that lovely, lovely girl,
A-setting by another man's side.
If she loved him more better than I,
Oh, why should I weep or mourn?
She will soon see the day she'll be sorry of this,
When I'm clasped in some other girl's arms.
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