Classic Poem

When I dream of the friends of my youth,
And the hearts that were dear to me then
I turn with a sigh
To the days gone by,
Yet I love to recall them again
When I dream of the joys that then were mine,
Of the hearts that were gentle and true;
My heart still bends,
To my good old friends
And I sigh when I bid them adieu
My heart still bends to my good old friends,
To my good old friends of yore,
And I turn with a sigh
To the days gone by,
And the hearts that shall meet me no more
My heart still bends to my good old friends,
To my good old friends of yore,
And I turn with a sigh
To the days gone by,
And the hearts that shall meet me no more
My heart still bends to my good old friends,
To my good old friends of yore,
And I turn with a sigh
To the days gone by,
And the hearts that shall meet me no more
My heart still bends to my good old friends,
To my good old friends of yore,
And I turn with a sigh
To the days gone by,
And the hearts that shall meet me no more

2.

When I think of a mother so kind,
And the hearth to my childhood so dear;
Where ever I roam, I dream of that home,
With a sigh that will melt to a tear;
When I think of the hand that led me forth,
And the footsteps that follow'd my own,
The eyes that smiled, when they call'd me a child,
But have faded and left me alone.