I’m looking on the mountain,

I’m gazing o’er the plain;

I love the friends around me,

But wish for home again!

I hear their tones of kindness,

They soothe my every pain;

I know they love me truly—

I wish for that home again!

My mother’s grave is yonder,

And there it must remain;

My father’s care is tender,

I wish for home again!

My sisters and my brothers—

Alas! it may be vain,

This longing for beloved ones—

I wish for home again.

O, take me to my Nation,

And let me there remain;

This other world is strange, strange—

I wish for home again

Give me the western forest—

the mountain, stream and plain,

The shaded lawns of childhood—

Give me my home again!

The free breeze of the prairie

The wild bird’s joyous strain,

The three my father planted –

O, take me home again!

The sunshine and the flowers,

My mother’s grave again,

Give me my race and kindred—

O, take me home again!