THE LAND OF DREAMS.
Written and composed by Felix McGlennon.
A soldier brave bade his wife “good-by,”To battle he had to go,Bravely he fought, bravely he fell,Fell with his face to the foe.Sadly she mourns for her darling one,As the shadows around her creep,Thinking of him she will ne’er see again,She’s sinking in slumber deep.Refrain.But light shines out of the darkness,A loving face is there,She hears a voice that whispers,Banishing gloomy care;And loving lips are pressed to hers’Till earth like Paradise seems,She sees her husband once againIn the land of dreams.A wayward boy by the camp-fire sits,A letter he reads from home,“Come back asthore, mother’s no more,Come back and no longer roam;Ah! how she drooped when you left here, dear,Ay, she drooped ’till her poor heart broke,Watching and waiting for you to return,Your name was the last she spoke.”Refrain.He sinks in tears by the camp-fire,And breathes to Heaven a prayer,He thinks of her heart-broken,He thinks of her silvery hair;He hears a voice, “I forgive you, dear,”Then earth like Paradise seems,He sees his mother once againIn the land of dreams.A mother sits by an empty cot,And weeps in the twilight grey,Sad is her heart, dim are her eyes,Baby has passed away;“God’s will be done,” ah! the solemn words,To her poor wounded heart brings joy,Dreaming is she of the world ’yond the stars,When she’ll meet her baby boy.Refrain.And two soft arms creep around her,An angel face is there,The light of Heaven is shining,On a halo of golden hair;And angel lips are pressed to hers,’Till earth like Paradise seems,She sees her baby once againIn the land of dreams.
A soldier brave bade his wife “good-by,”To battle he had to go,Bravely he fought, bravely he fell,Fell with his face to the foe.Sadly she mourns for her darling one,As the shadows around her creep,Thinking of him she will ne’er see again,She’s sinking in slumber deep.Refrain.But light shines out of the darkness,A loving face is there,She hears a voice that whispers,Banishing gloomy care;And loving lips are pressed to hers’Till earth like Paradise seems,She sees her husband once againIn the land of dreams.A wayward boy by the camp-fire sits,A letter he reads from home,“Come back asthore, mother’s no more,Come back and no longer roam;Ah! how she drooped when you left here, dear,Ay, she drooped ’till her poor heart broke,Watching and waiting for you to return,Your name was the last she spoke.”Refrain.He sinks in tears by the camp-fire,And breathes to Heaven a prayer,He thinks of her heart-broken,He thinks of her silvery hair;He hears a voice, “I forgive you, dear,”Then earth like Paradise seems,He sees his mother once againIn the land of dreams.A mother sits by an empty cot,And weeps in the twilight grey,Sad is her heart, dim are her eyes,Baby has passed away;“God’s will be done,” ah! the solemn words,To her poor wounded heart brings joy,Dreaming is she of the world ’yond the stars,When she’ll meet her baby boy.Refrain.And two soft arms creep around her,An angel face is there,The light of Heaven is shining,On a halo of golden hair;And angel lips are pressed to hers,’Till earth like Paradise seems,She sees her baby once againIn the land of dreams.
A soldier brave bade his wife “good-by,”To battle he had to go,Bravely he fought, bravely he fell,Fell with his face to the foe.Sadly she mourns for her darling one,As the shadows around her creep,Thinking of him she will ne’er see again,She’s sinking in slumber deep.
A soldier brave bade his wife “good-by,”
To battle he had to go,
Bravely he fought, bravely he fell,
Fell with his face to the foe.
Sadly she mourns for her darling one,
As the shadows around her creep,
Thinking of him she will ne’er see again,
She’s sinking in slumber deep.
Refrain.But light shines out of the darkness,A loving face is there,She hears a voice that whispers,Banishing gloomy care;And loving lips are pressed to hers’Till earth like Paradise seems,She sees her husband once againIn the land of dreams.
Refrain.
But light shines out of the darkness,
A loving face is there,
She hears a voice that whispers,
Banishing gloomy care;
And loving lips are pressed to hers
’Till earth like Paradise seems,
She sees her husband once again
In the land of dreams.
A wayward boy by the camp-fire sits,A letter he reads from home,“Come back asthore, mother’s no more,Come back and no longer roam;Ah! how she drooped when you left here, dear,Ay, she drooped ’till her poor heart broke,Watching and waiting for you to return,Your name was the last she spoke.”
A wayward boy by the camp-fire sits,
A letter he reads from home,
“Come back asthore, mother’s no more,
Come back and no longer roam;
Ah! how she drooped when you left here, dear,
Ay, she drooped ’till her poor heart broke,
Watching and waiting for you to return,
Your name was the last she spoke.”
Refrain.He sinks in tears by the camp-fire,And breathes to Heaven a prayer,He thinks of her heart-broken,He thinks of her silvery hair;He hears a voice, “I forgive you, dear,”Then earth like Paradise seems,He sees his mother once againIn the land of dreams.
Refrain.
He sinks in tears by the camp-fire,
And breathes to Heaven a prayer,
He thinks of her heart-broken,
He thinks of her silvery hair;
He hears a voice, “I forgive you, dear,”
Then earth like Paradise seems,
He sees his mother once again
In the land of dreams.
A mother sits by an empty cot,And weeps in the twilight grey,Sad is her heart, dim are her eyes,Baby has passed away;“God’s will be done,” ah! the solemn words,To her poor wounded heart brings joy,Dreaming is she of the world ’yond the stars,When she’ll meet her baby boy.
A mother sits by an empty cot,
And weeps in the twilight grey,
Sad is her heart, dim are her eyes,
Baby has passed away;
“God’s will be done,” ah! the solemn words,
To her poor wounded heart brings joy,
Dreaming is she of the world ’yond the stars,
When she’ll meet her baby boy.
Refrain.And two soft arms creep around her,An angel face is there,The light of Heaven is shining,On a halo of golden hair;And angel lips are pressed to hers,’Till earth like Paradise seems,She sees her baby once againIn the land of dreams.
Refrain.
And two soft arms creep around her,
An angel face is there,
The light of Heaven is shining,
On a halo of golden hair;
And angel lips are pressed to hers,
’Till earth like Paradise seems,
She sees her baby once again
In the land of dreams.
Copyright, 1893, byFrank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York, Catalogues sent free upon application.
Copyright, 1893, byFrank Tousey. Entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York, Catalogues sent free upon application.