The Same Old Home - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE SAME OLD HOME. Copyright, 1880, by C. D. Blake & Co. Words and Music by Irvin T. Bush. 
I left my dear old home in Ireland when I was a boy, My youthful fancies forced me for to roam; I've passed thro' many lands and climes, for me there was no joy. My heart was with the dear ones left at home; I never shall forget when our good ship sailed away, When my parents clasped me to their hearts in tears: "Don't forget the homestead, lad, for in the future 'twill be yours," But I pray they'll live for many, many years; It's the same old home, it's the same old place. And the same old fence surrounds the dear old space That I left when but a boy, yet in after years with joy I return to see the old familiar faces. 
Chorus. There's the same old path, through the same old grove, And the same old fields in which I used to rove; Oh, the many happy thoughts of my school-boy days in love. When I romped with little Nellie through the garden. 
How oft do I regret the day I left the old homestead; Tho' years have passed, the picture still remains. When I, an infant toddler, by my mother's hand was led To wander thro' those dear old shady lanes; Tho' grown to manhood now, yes. with wrinkles on my brow, Sweet mem'ries of the past I still retain: To the old home I've returned once more, the dearest spot on earth. That good old home I ne'er shall leave again; It's the same old home, it's the same old place; And the same old fence surrounds the dear old space That I left when but a boy, yet in after years with joy I return to see the old familiar faces.-Chorus. 
With beating heart I reach the home I left so long ago. And tears of joy course down my cheeks like ruin; I my feelings try to smother and those tears to stop, but, No! Alas! I find the effort is in vain; I near the old turnstile, where I linger for a while To enjoy the lovely picture I see there; The sweet face of dear mother, seated, as in days of yore, By the window, knitting in her old arm-chair. It's the same old home, it's the same old place, And the same old fence surrounds the dear old space That I left when but a boy, yet in after years with joy I return to see the old familiar faces.-Chorus.