a 1922 popular song
words by Phil Volz
music by H.C. Weasner
The sheet music:
Accompaniment:
Lyrics
- Night time is calling the birds to their nest
Mothers are singing their babies to rest
Thoughts turn to mother and home sweet home
Weary are they who wander alone
I’ve been a roamer but somehow I find
There’s just one place where the sun seems to shine
I wish I was there, in my heart there’s a prayer
For the only place I can call mine
Chorus
There’s a dear little nest where the sun goes to rest
On the crest of a hill far away
And a treasure I hold is the cradle of gold
Where I woke at the dawn of a day
There’s a dear little room that is vacant and gloom
Where two tiny hands fingered the wall
In my dreams that unfold of a cradle of gold
That’s the best little nest of all
- Often I sit in the twilight alone
Thinking of mother who waits there at home
Just like a sweet tender melody
She lingers still in fond memory
And when the sun’s sinking into the west
‘Tis then I yearn for my mother’s caress
The road may be long but my heart sings a song
For I know that the end will bring rest
Sung here by Fred Feild: