Dream of Home, Copy
 


Citation

“Dream of Home, Copy,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed June 28, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31479.


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Title

Dream of Home, Copy

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated. There is a minor stain of unknown origin at the upper left corner. There is a minor stain of unknown origin at the lower right corner.

Subject

Folk songs Mothers and sons -- Songs and music Dreams -- Songs and music Death -- Songs and music

Alternative Title

I Sat Alone at Midnight Hour

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State Unviersity

Date Created

7/2/2008

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

A Dream of Home

I sat alone at the midnight hour
And watched the starlit sky.
And dreamed I heard my mother say:
"I wish my boy was nigh.
I know not where he is tonight
He crossed the troubled main.
But this I know if life holds out,
He'll wander back again.

Chorus:

He's coming home, oh, joyful thought,
My boy no more will roam.
A letter here says, Mother dear,
I'm coming, coming home.

He's gone tho' now far, far away,
Perhaps in deserts wild.
Oh, God, to Thee I pray tonight
To keep my distant child.
No father there to guide him now
No brother with his cheer,
No Mother there to soothe his brow,
No sister with her tear.

I fancy now I see his face,
As fair as when a child,
And He's a full grown man today,
And true and brave, but wild.
A letter here says 'Mother, dear,
No longer I will roam,
So now I stand and watch the gate,
I know he's coming home.

Alas dear friends 'tis but a dream.
My Mother's here no more.
She left this world of sin and pain
For Canaan's happy shore.
Lord, send some messenger of love,
To guide my wayward feet,
That I may meet my mother there
Who is waiting at the gate.

Classification Title

Dream of Home, Copy

Document Title

A Dream of Home

Scholarly Classification

Appears in The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection

Dimensions - Original

216 mm x 279 mm

Upload Date

2013-09-26

File name

113_DreamOfHome_copy

Transcription Date

2008-07-02

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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