IN A LITTLE TOWN NEAR BY
(Florence Turner-Maley / Amy Ashmore Clark)

William Simmons



In mem'ry I see an old homestead rare
That was heaven on earth to me
It was plain and so humble, yet naugh can compare
With that spot where I long to be

In a little house on a little street
In a little town near by
Where the roses climb o'er the garden wall
And you hear the robins cry
Where peace and rest make life seem blest
When I'm weary how I sigh
For that little house on a little street
In a little town near by

In fancy I see the old fireplace
And you, Mother mine, sitting there
As the glow from your embers enlightened your face
When you sat in your rocking chair

In a little house on a little street
In a little town near by
Where the roses climb o'er the garden wall
And you hear the robins cry
Where peace and rest make life seem blest
When I'm weary how I sigh
For that little house on a little street
In a little town near by