Those songs my mother used to sing / words and music by H. Wakefield Smith

VERSE 1: Within the shadow of my room, An old melodeon idly stands,/ A relic of my dear old home Long years ago in distant lands./ Its iv'ry keys are turning brown, But 'round it tender mem'ries cling;/ And with its sweetest tones have flown Those song my mother used to sing:VERSE 2: Its frame is falling to decay, The music from its soul has fled,/ And those dear hands that used to play, Like autumn leaves, lie still and dead./ I see her dear form sitting there, Sometimes, when fancy takes its wing;/ And then, with tear-dimm'd eyes, I hear Those songs my mother used to sing:REFRAIN: Oh, "Believe me, if all those endearing young charms," Is a song that she oft' sang to me,/ And the "Last Rose of Summer" Still breathes a fragrant melody./ "Ah! Don't you remember, sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?" From out the golden past those sweet notes ring,/ Tonight I hear those dear old songs again, Those songs my mother used to sing.