A sentimental, rustic ballad, 1905.
words by Andrew B. Sterling
music by Harry Von Tilzer
This beautiful, old song reminisces about a homestead in New England. I found a clear, clean copy with color cover at Indiana University’s website.
The sheet music:
Lyrics
- Down in New England, far, far away
Back to the homestead on the hill
Oft in my fancy, fondly I stray
Dreaming alone when all is still
I see them standing, the ones I love dear
There in the moon’s gentle shine
I hear their voices calling to me
Down where the morning glories twine
Chorus
Now, the same old moon is shining
And the roses bloom as fair
And the same dear hearts are pining
They are waiting for me there
Mother dear will come to meet me
And a sweetheart’s kiss will greet me
Where the morning glories twine
Around the same old door
- Down in New England, far, far away
Picture a mother filled with joy
Greeting her lost one, just hear her say
Kiss me again, I love my boy
See there my sweetheart, her eyes filled with tears
Tightly her hands clasped in mine
Two hearts are breaking, waiting for me
Down where the morning glories twine
Sung here by Fred Feild: