Our Old Homestead (Augustus Damon Fillmore)

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• (Posted 2023-10-13)  CPDL #76316:     

Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-13).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 468 kB   Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Our Old Homestead
Composer: Augustus Damon Fillmore
Lyricist: Phoebe Carey
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: ca. 1880 Birchard & Co
    2nd published: 1885 Oliver Ditson & Co.
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Original text and translations

English text

Our old brown homestead reared its walls
From the wayside dust aloof;
Where the apple boughs could almost cast
Their fruitage on the roof.
And the cherry tree so near it grew
That when awake, I’ve lain
In the lonesome nights I’ve heard the limbs
As they creaked against the pane.
And the orchard trees,
Oh! the orchard trees,
I have seen my little brothers
Rocked in their tops by the summer breeze.

The sweetbriar under the windowsill,
Which the early birds made glad;
And the damask rose by the garden fence
Were all the flowers we had;
I’ve looked on many flowers since then,
Exotics rich and rare,
That in other eyes were lovelier,
But not to me so fair.
And the roses bright,
Oh! the roses bright,
I have twined them with my sister’s locks
That are laid in the dust from sight.

Our homestead had an ample hearth
Where at night we loved to meet;
Where my mother’s voice was always kind,
And her smile was always sweet;
And there I have sat on my father’s knee,
And watched his thoughtful brow,
With my childish hand in his raven hair,
That hair is silver now;
But the broad earth’s light,
Oh! the broad earth’s light,
And my father’s look, and my mother’s smile,
Are in my heart tonight.