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I'll take you home again, Kathleen |
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Across the ocean wild and wide |
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To where your heart has ever been |
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Since you were first my bonnie bride. |
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The roses all have left your cheek. |
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I've watched them fade away and die |
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Your voice is sad when e'er you speak |
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And tears be-dim your loving eyes. |
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Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen |
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To where your heart will feel no pain |
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And when the fields are fresh and green |
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I'II take you to your home again! |
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I know you love me, Kathleen, dear |
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Your heart was ever fond and true. |
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I always feel when you are near |
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That life holds nothing, dear, but you. |
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The smiles that once you gave to me |
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I scarcely ever see them now |
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Though many, many times I see |
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A dark'ning shadow on your brow. |
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To that dear home beyond the sea |
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My Kathleen shall again return. |
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And when thy old friends welcome thee |
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Thy loving heart will cease to yearn. |
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Where laughs the little silver stream |
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Beside your mother's humble cot |
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And brightest rays of sunshine gleam |
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There all your grief will be forgot |
