Childhood’s days now pass before me
Forms and scenes of long ago,
Like a dream they hover o’er me,
Calm and bright as
evening’s glow,
Days that know no shade of sorrow,
There my young heart pure and free,
Joyful hail’d each coming morrow
In the Cottage by the Sea.
CHORUS.
In the Cottage by the Sea,
In the Cottage by the Sea,
Joyful hail’d each coming morrow
In the Cottage by the Sea.
Fancy sees the rose-trees twining,
Round the old and rustic door,
And below, the white beach shining,
Where I gather’d shells of yore.
Hears my mother’s gentle warning,
As she took me on her knee;
And I feel again life’s morning,
In the Cottage by the Sea.
In the Cottage by the Sea, &c.
What though years rolled above me,
Though ’mid fairer scenes I roam,
Yet I ne’er shall cease to love thee,
Childhood’s dear and happy home!
And when life’s long day is closing,
Oh! how pleasant it would be;
On some faithful heart reposing
In the Cottage by the Sea.
In the Cottage by the Sea, &c.