1.
My southern home, where skies are bright,
And balmy winds are blowing,
Though exiled, still my heart is thine,
And tears for thee are flowing.
A friendly refugee alone,
Thro stranger lands I wander,
And sadly beats my patriot heart
When oer thy fate I ponder.
REFRAIN
My southern home, my sunny home,
When shall I rest with thee?
Not till thy galing chains are cleft,
And thou standst proud and free.
2.
My southern home where warm heart beat,
And maids are fair and truthful;
Where mothers rear up hardy sons,
And valor crowns the youthful.
The refugee will pray for thee
Until his life-scene closes;
He neer may see thy shore again,
Thy hills and vales of roses.
REFRAIN
My southern home, my sunny home,
When shall I rest with thee?
Not till thy galing chains are cleft,
And thou standst proud and free.
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