So often in my vernal clays did I roam
And outlandishly spent my manhood years
But alas! Ne’er did I find a place like home
That I could love with adoration and tears.
Home sweet home I come to remember the years.
The years of my childhood the years which are no more,
And now on a distant soil I am all fears
‘Bout going back to live where I lived before.
Yes those days of old were resplendent and fair,
When nigh the sycamores with dear Jack and Lee
I jovially rallied played and learned to care
For the land of the real the land of the free.
Oh! no more never more those homely sunsets,
No more never more those song sparrows to hear;
Ah! for the Queen moon to take me where she sets
On the horizon in old Texas, the dear.