Just Like A Gipsy Year 1919 < Click here to listen ! > Lyrics Music by Seymour B. Simons and Nora Bayes Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York and Detroit

First Verse Picture just a wandering Gipsy Band Calling "home" where ever they take their stand So have I gone on vainly drifting waiting all the time just for this thing Wedding chimes are all that are missing now Chorus 1 Just like a Gipsy I've wander'd my whole life thru' Watching and waiting for somebody just like you Hoping that someday my luck would break Wand'ring squand'ring my time on some mistake But now that I've found you I need never wander more I've found the one dear that I have been looking for With love I may grow tipsy like a Gipsy would do Searching hill and dale Till I hit the trail right straight to you. Chorus 2 Just like a Gipsy I've wander'd my whole life thru' Watching and waiting for somebody just like you Hoping that someday my luck would break Wand'ring squand'ring my time on some mistake But now that I've found you I need never wander more I've found the one dear that I have been looking for With love I may grow tipsy like a Gipsy would do For no more need I stray Love has found the way right straight to you.

Memories Of Mother And Home Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Ida Simpson Music by Joe Maxwell Joe Maxwell Inc. 1568 Broadway New York City

First Verse If you'll go back with me I am sure you'll agree that the days which we loved most of all Were the ones spent at school and the old swimming pool with the playmates we fondly recall Just think of your sweethearts first kiss What on earth could be sweeter than this.: Second Verse Don't your eyes fill with tears when you think of the years that are gone and will never return You remember the names of those sweet childhood games and the lessons you tried hard to learn In fancy again it would seem All those beautiful things were a dream. Chorus Mem'ries of mother and home Treasures that each heart has known Things to remember in lifes December when childhood days have flown My dear old dad used to say You'll find when you're far away More than riches and gold more than fortunes untold are mem'ries of mother and home.

When I Dream Of Home And Mother And Of You Year 1911 < Click here to listen ! > Lyrics by Beth Slater Whitson Music by Edward Stanley McKinley Music Co. Chicago, New York

First Verse I am dreaming of you, sweetheart, and the homestead, WHere the robins used to build beneath the eaves, Of the moonlight on the gently flowing river, And the willows where the ring dove softly grieves. As of old I see my mother by the fireside, She is waiting as in happy days I knew, And the world, sweetheart, to me seems wide and lonely, When I dream of home and mother and of you. Second Verse In my dreams I hear the whippoorwill at evening, Where the deeper shadows lie among the hills, Once again I breath the fragrance of the clover, And it's sweet ness all my heart with yearning fills. In my arms, sweetheart, once more I gently hold you, As you whisper I'll be true tho' far you stray, And there's something seems to tell me I'll be with you, And with mother and the old home far away. Chorus When I dream of home and mother And the scenes I love so dear, Where it seems to me the skies are always blue, Then my heart is filled with longing, For sweet mem'ries come a thronging, When I dream of home and my dear mother, and of you!

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