| lyric | From far away I hear sweet voices calling me,
and in my thoughts come mem’ries flooding fast;
a childhood song, in all its dear simplicity,
brings happy tears to one whoes childhood days are part.
Song on, my heart, for days that will not come again,
o sing those songs of life that was to fair;
while from afar, come voices casing all my pain
and sorrow dies, and mem’ry drives away all care. |