The cottage of my mother
Judson Hutchinson
1.
I live among the hills
in the cottage of my mother,
My bonnie playmates are
a sister and a brother;
The hills are ever green and
blooming are the flowers,
O who has ever seen more happy
home than ours.
2.
The little stream runs near from
purest fountains springing,
And every morn we hear
its silvery echos singing;
The little birds are free
as they play among the fountains,
While their notes of liberty run
o'er the distant mountains.
3.
On each returning spring when
snow has gone and sleighing,
We hear the blue birds sing and
see the young lambs playing;
'Tis then our hearts are
gay and merrily pass the hours,
As to the fields we stray and
gather sweet May flowers.
4.
O never can I change the cottage
of my mother,
O'er this wide world to range
to dwell in any other;
When she is old and grey
I'll never seek to roam,
My hand shall be her stay
in that dear mountain home.
