Thanksgiving At The Old Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Thanksgiving at the Old Home. Copyright, 1889, by Chas. D. Blake & Co. Words and Music by J. W. Wheeler. 
'Tis thanksgiving at the old home, Tis the time when loved ones meet; Father, mother, sister, brother, Each one with a smile so sweet. Whether in the crowded city, Or upon the dear old farm. Every heart with fond affection, Beats with sympathetic charm. 
Chorus. "When we gather round the table. Sweetest mem'ries then will come; If a mother ever blessed you, 'Twas thanksgiving day at home. 
'Tis thanksgiving at the old home, We've been spared another year; By His grace, our Heavenly father, To the ones we love so dear. There are homes where chairs are vacant, Graves where Summer flowers grow; Filled by loved ones who were greeted Only one short year ago.-Chorus. 
Should some little hungry beggar. Knock with hand so cold and grim, Place her by the dear old hearthstone, Fill her basket to the brim. Do not think because you're merry, Every heart is blithe and gay; There are homes where no sweet morsel Enters on thanksgiving day.-Chorus. 
When it comes the hour of parting, And fond kisses forth we pour; When we bid goodbye the old folks At the dear old cottage door. Then it is sad thoughts overtake us, And dear mother drops a tear. With a blessing for her loved ones. Till they meet another year.-Chorus.