The lights in the ballroom were flashing,
The dancers were happy and gay;
A young man sat watching his sweetheart,
They’d quarrelled and parted one day.
One more dance the ball will be over,
“Home-sweet-home” is the tune they will play,
At the first strain of music he went to her side,
And she heard him softly say:
“Won’t you waltz ‘home-sweet-home’ with me, for old times sake?
To see another’s arms around you dear, makes my heart ache;
Won’t you be the same to me,
Like you always used to be?
Won’t you waltz ‘home-sweet-home’ with me for old times’ sake?”
It’s June time, the flowers are blooming;
The birds sweetly singing above.
All nature seems telling the story,
Of happiness won and of love.
Together they sit ev’ry evening,
There’s a baby now plays on the floor,
And their thoughts take them back to the night of the ball,
And to home sweet home once more:
Ingraham, Herbert, "Won't You Waltz "Home Sweet Home" With Me for Old Times Sake?" (1907). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1740.
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