Jew # 15
There was an evening I always remember
Amidst all ash still glow this sweet ember
The old piano playing
"I am five hundred miles away from home"
And my heart sighing
Away from Twickenham's green loam.
Beside the little table I see him still
His gravity firm, unwavering in his will
And mother dear brought me
With kindest hands, and trembling pride
A little cup of tea
While your fingers did over the ivory glide
And before flashed another room to come
And our children around us like orange blossom
And I sitting just like him
Drink their fragrance while honey bees sing
Into the evening, and dim
Room, where you a thousand joys would bring.
I miss them too, you know, the lovely pair
Miss opening the gate and she is smiling there
Life is lent to us so brief
And journey back in miles is long, is long
O love, assuage now my grief
To do the right, I must not employ the wrong.
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