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I’m Aching for the Sight of You Verse: From o’er the sea there comes to me, A letter just this mornin’, It’s from the one that I love best, My mother, my Mavourneen, Each line of it is blurred with tears, A sob in ev’ry part, I’ll read you ev’ry word of it, It’s written on my heart. Refrain: “I’m aching for the sight of you, My days are nearly through, I’m aching for the touch of you, The baby hands I knew, ‘Tis weary, long the night hours are, I’m old and all alone, I’m aching for the sight of you, Come home, my boy, come home.” Verse: “The years pass on, they all have gone, My life is filled with sorrow, I dread the coming of the night, I dread each new tomorrow. My eyes are growing dimmer now, I’m feeble, bent and gray, The end is drawing nearer lad, I’ll soon be on my way.”
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 2
Local Identifier
2014_12996_366
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
I’m Aching for the Sight of You Verse: From o’er the sea there comes to me, A letter just this mornin’, It’s from the one that I love best, My mother, my Mavourneen, Each line of it is blurred with tears, A sob in ev’ry part, I’ll read you ev’ry word of it, It’s written on my heart. Refrain: “I’m aching for the sight of you, My days are nearly through, I’m aching for the touch of you, The baby hands I knew, ‘Tis weary, long the night hours are, I’m old and all alone, I’m aching for the sight of you, Come home, my boy, come home.” Verse: “The years pass on, they all have gone, My life is filled with sorrow, I dread the coming of the night, I dread each new tomorrow. My eyes are growing dimmer now, I’m feeble, bent and gray, The end is drawing nearer lad, I’ll soon be on my way.”
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 2
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_366
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
I’m Aching for the Sight of You Verse: From o’er the sea there comes to me, A letter just this mornin’, It’s from the one that I love best, My mother, my Mavourneen, Each line of it is blurred with tears, A sob in ev’ry part, I’ll read you ev’ry word of it, It’s written on my heart. Refrain: “I’m aching for the sight of you, My days are nearly through, I’m aching for the touch of you, The baby hands I knew, ‘Tis weary, long the night hours are, I’m old and all alone, I’m aching for the sight of you, Come home, my boy, come home.” Verse: “The years pass on, they all have gone, My life is filled with sorrow, I dread the coming of the night, I dread each new tomorrow. My eyes are growing dimmer now, I’m feeble, bent and gray, The end is drawing nearer lad, I’ll soon be on my way.”
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 2
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_366
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986