My Native Home - Flatt and Scruggs
I'd like to see my native home the lofty trees and golden sand The rugged hills all crowded round my mother's voice how sweet would sound Sometimes I dream of home and friends my dreams are false my heart's with them And when I wake I'm alone my dreams are false my friends are gone [ fiddle ] I'd like to see my heart's delight her beauty is best and I'm so bright And how she'd smile as I drew near I kiss her with the falling kiss It fills my heart with fondest love to listen to that lonesome dove He mournes as if his maid was gone as if like he left all alone [ dobro ] Nine or ten years have past and gone and I'm still left here all alone Oh I'd like to see my native home among your hills I loved to roam
Artist: Flatt and Scruggs
Title: My Native Home