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Edgar Guest - They’re Coming Back
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THEY `RE coming home Thanksgiving Day,
They `re coming back once more,
And mother`s smiles begin to play
The way they did before
The youngsters went away. Somehow
She doesn`t seem so old;
The lines have faded from her brow,
She`s sprightly now and bold.
And yesterday she sang a song
That took me back to when 
The youngest merely crept along, 
And Frank was only ten.

They `re coming home Thanksgiving Day,
And mother shows it, too;
Her hair, somehow, is not so gray,
And in her eyes the blue
Is clearer than it used to be,
And in them there`s a light 
Of love that I was wont to see
When courting her at night. 
She`s singing songs again, and in
Her voice there `s not a crack, 
Once more the dimple`s in her chin,
For they are coming back.

They `re coming back, that`s all we know,
They `re coming back to see 
The mother of the long ago,
They `re coming back to me. 
And we`ve put off a thousand woes,
And shelved a dozen years;
In mother`s fading cheek the rose
Of June once more appears;
The old home seems to thrill once more
The way it used to, when
The baby crept along the floor
And Frank was only ten.
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