Classic Poem

Come back, you little feller, come back again to me,
To walk the shady lanes once more and sail the golden sea;
Come back unto your daddy, for I'm longing so to-day
To tread the paths of boyhood and to live the joys of May.
Come back, you little feller, for my heart is aching so;
Come back to go a-strolling where the checker-berries grow.

Come back, you little feller; Oh, my heart is crying now,
Come back, come back with laughter and the sunshine on your brow;
Come back to cheer your daddy and we'll romp the world along;
We'll scamper through the pasture and we'll sing a merry song;
We'll roam the apple orchard and we'll hunt the honey bees;
Come back to soothe your daddy, for my heart is ill at ease.

Come back, you little feller, for to-day your daddy strolled
Alone along the pathways where we used to hunt for gold.
Not a fairy came to cheer me, not an elfin laughed in glee,
Though I sought the self-same places where they always used to be;
And the song birds in the tree tops seemed to sing as if they knew
That my aching heart was calling, ever calling loud for you.

Come back, you little feller, don't you hear your daddy cry,
Don't you hear him nightly pleading, don't you hear his bitter sigh?
For I'm lonely here without you, and the fields are lonely, too,
And the days have lost their sunshine and the skies are never blue.
So I wander through the meadows and the fields we used to roam,
While my heart is ever calling, “Little feller, come back home.”