Many are the days and dreary,
Since you went away, very far away;
Many are the hearts and weary,
Waiting for the day, very happy day,
When the sun will never cease to shine,
And the good old days are marching back in line;
There’ll be no more yearning,
Your returning Makes us feel so gay:
Ev’rybody takes you by the hand in home sweet home,
You’re the finest fellow in the land where e’er you roam.
You may travel far or near,
And you’ll get a mighty welcome when you come back here;
Ev’rybody takes you by the hand in home sweet home. Home.
Ev’rybody sad and tearful,
When you went away, very far away;
Feels so mighty glad and cheerful,
At the dawn of day, very happy day,
When the night of waiting is no more,
And we gather ‘round as in the days of yore;
Don’t be in a hurry,
And don’t worry You will hear folks say:
Kaley, L. J., "Everybody Takes You By The Hand" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 362.
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