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Edgar Guest - When The Young Are Grown
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Once the house was lovely, but it`s lonely here to-day,
For time has come an` stained its walls an` called the young away;
An` all that`s left for mother an` for me till life is through
Is to sit an` tell each other what the children used to do.
We couldn`t keep `em always an` we knew it from the start;
We knew when they were babies that some day we`d have to part.
But the years go by so swiftly, an` the littlest one has flown,
An` there`s only me an` mother now left here to live alone.
Oh, there`s just one consolation, as we`re sittin` here at night,
They`ve grown to men an` women, an` we brought `em up all right;
We`ve watched `em as we`ve loved `em an` they`re splendid, every one,
An` we feel the Lord won`t blame us for the way our work was done.
They`re clean, an` kind an` honest, an` the world respects `em, too;
That`s the dream of parents always, an` our dreams have all come true.
So although the house is lonely an` sometimes our eyes grow wet,
We are proud of them an` happy an` we`ve nothing to regret.
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