I am lonely tonight, though the fire burns bright, here is my quiet home,
But, my thoughts will stray, of, far away,
And my footsteps seem to roam,
And I find myself a little child, back in my girlhood home.

Where we happy children romped and sang, till the rafters rang with joy,
And Father romped and played with us, just like a great big boy,
And Mother’s face, so beautiful, I close my eyes awhile,
I am there again, a little girl, I see my Mother’s smile.

My dream will pass, ‘tis passing now, oh me, I’m growing old,
The fire is dim, the clock ticks loud, the room is growing cold,
But oh what would I give to sit by Mother’s chair tonight,
While Father reads the evening prayer, close to the warm fire light.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

Copyright Roy Richard