The Ocean’s Blue.

The Ocean’s Blue.
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When the busy day is o’er
And the sun is sinking lower
Then I seem to see my dear old Western home,
And the long years roll away. ain I play
Just a child again
With my playmates in the woods I used to roam.
And at eve my mother there Listened to me say my prayer,
And I feel her kiss as in the days of old.
But now mother’s old and gray.
Waiting for me far away.
Where the sunset turns the ocean’s blue to gold.

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Oh, the old church bells are ringing
And the mocking birds are singing.
As they sang around the place in days of old,
And though I am far away.
All my heart has been today
Where the sunset turns the ocean’s biue to goid.

When a lad to manhood grown,
With my sweetheart I would roam,
Just a country lass with heart as pure as snow;
And again I see the dell
And the nook we loved so well
Where I told love’s old sweet story long ago,
But beyond’s a grassy knoll.
And I hear the church bells toll,
And they send a message far along the surf,
For they gathered far and near
And my heart was sad and drear
On the day they laid my sweetheart ‘neath the turf.