Dreaming of home，dear old home! Home of my childhood and mother;
Oft when I wake 'tis sweet to find，I've been dreaming of home and mother;
Home，Dear home，childhood happy home，When I played with sister and with brother，
There’s the sweetest joy when we did roam，Over hill and thro' dale with mother
Dreaming of home，dear old home，Home of my childhood and mother;
Oft when I wake 'tis sweet to find，I've been dreaming of home and mother
Sleep balmy sleep，close mine eyes，Keep me still thinking of mother;
Hark! 'tis her voice I seem to hear. Yes，I'm dreaming of home and mother.
Angels come，soothing me to rest，I can feel their presence and none other;
For they sweetly say I shall be blest; With bright visions of home and mother
Childhood has come，come again，Sleeping I see my dear mother;
See her loved form beside me kneel。While I'm dreaming of home and mother.
Mother dear，whisper to me now，Tell me of my sister and my brother;
Now I feel thy hand upon my brow，Yes，I'm dreaming of home and mother