Take me home to the place where I first saw the light To the sweet sunny south, take me home Where the mockingbirds sang me to sleep every night Oh, why was I tempted to roam? Oh, I think with regret of the dear home I left And the warm hearts that sheltered me then Of the wife and dear ones of whom I'm bereft And I sigh for the old place again Take me home to the place where the orange trees grow To my cot in the evergreen shade Where the flowers on the river's green margins once bestowed All their sweetness on the banks where we played The path to our cottage they say it has grown green And the place is quite lonely around And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen Now lie in the cold mossy ground But yet, I'll return to the place of my birth Where my children used to play at the door Where they pulled the white blossoms that garnished the earth Which will echo their footsteps no more Take me home to the place where my little ones sleep And their mother lies buried nearby O'er the graves of my loved ones I long there to weep And among them to rest when I die