There's a vacant chair in every home tonight / words by Alfred Bryan music by Ernest Breuer
MLA Citation
Breuer, Ernest, 1886-1981. “There's a vacant chair in every home tonight / words by Alfred Bryan music by Ernest Breuer.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/20186. Accessed 11 Feb. 2025.
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Title | There's a vacant chair in every home tonight / words by Alfred Bryan music by Ernest Breuer |
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Subject | World War, 1914-1918 -- Songs and music |
Popular music -- United States | |
Soldiers -- Family relationships | |
Waltzes (Voice with piano) | |
Popular music -- 1911-1920 | |
Songs with piano | |
Description | Waltz for voice and piano |
Caption title: Pages 1-2 are unnumbered | |
Advertisement for other songs: p. [4] | |
Cover illustration: drawing of a woman reading a letter with a framed picture of a solider on a nearby table / Barbelle | |
Creator | Breuer, Ernest, 1886-1981 |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | New York (145 W. 45th St., N.Y.C. [N.Y.]) : Richmond |
Date | circa 1917 |
Contributor | Bryan, Alfred, 1871-1958 |
Barbelle, 1888-1957 | |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 04113 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/20186 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: In ev'ry mansion ev'ry cottage all throughout the land;First line of chorus: There's a vacant chair that's waiting there |
Date Modified | 2017-03-09 |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2906182~S9 |
VERSE 01: In ev’ry mansion ev’ry cottage all throughout the land,/There’s a mother heart that’s feeling blue,/Her darling boy is missing, he has gone with sword in hand,/To make our country safe for me and you,/In ev’ry mother’s eye there is a year,/And on her lips a prayer could you but hear. CHORUS: There’s a vacant chair that’s waiting there,/In ev’ry home tonight,/And a lonesome mother’s dreaming,/By the fireside burning bright,/She is thinking of her gallant boy, who is fighting for the right,/There’s a vacant in ev’ry home, in ev’ry home tonight. VERSE 02: She fondly gazes at his picture hanging on the wall,/Seems but yesterday he went away,/Her dear lips keep repeating, he’s the bravest boy of all,/I’m lonely but I’m proud of him today,/And oft she murmurs to herself alone,/I hope that I’ll be here when he comes home. | |
Original Format | 1 score (3, [1] p.) : col. ill. 35 cm |