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COME HOME, FATHER
by
Henry Clay Work

Father, dear Father, come home with me now
The clock in the steeple strikes one
You promised, dear Father, that you would come home
As soon as your day’s work was done
Our fire has gone out - our house is all dark
And Mother’s been watching since ten
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms
And no one to help her but me
Come home, come home, come home
Please Father, dear Father, come home.

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night-winds repeat as they roam
Oh! who could resist this most plaintive of pray’rs
Please Father, dear Father, come home.

Father, dear Father, come home with me now
The clock in the steeple strikes two
The night has grown colder and Benny is worse
But he has been calling for you
Indeed he is worse - Ma says he will die
Perhaps before morning shall dawn
And this is the message she sent me to bring
‘Come quickly, or he will be gone’
Come home, come home, come home
Please Father, dear Father, come home.

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night-winds repeat as they roam
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of pray’rs
Please Father, dear Father, come home.

Father, dear Father, come home with me now
The clock in the steeple strikes three
The house is so lonely - the hours are so long
For poor weeping Mother and me
Yes, we are alone, poor Benny is dead
And gone with the Angels of light
And these were the very last words that he said
‘ I want to kiss papa good night’
Come home, come home, come home
Please Father, dear Father, come home.

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night-winds repeat as they roam
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of pray’rs
Please Father, dear Father, come home.
 
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