DREAMING OF MOTHER AND HOME SWEET HOME
(Words and Music by E.B. Holmes, 1906)


When but a boy I wander'd from mother's fireside, To seek a
world of pleasure, steer forth on fortune's tide: Beyond familiar
places enchantment seem'd to gleam, But now I know it was a boyish
dream. My mother tried to tell me my course would bring regret,
But, like a boy, I thought she did not know, And tho' her lips are
silent I well remember yet Her loving words of warning long ago. I'm

And now I want to tell you, in words both plain and true As through this
world you travel, firm friends you'll find are few. Should sickness
overtake you, misfortune to come, Your thoughts will turn to mother
dear and home. For when your purse is empty and worthless friends
depart, And you are in this wide, wide world alone, There's one who
still remembers, with every yearning heart 'Tis mother in your dear, and
distant home. I'm

Dreaming of mother, of my own dear mother, And now there's no
other To take her place with me. Now fate has bereft me, And no one
is left me, I'm dreaming of mother and of Home Sweet Home.