The Old Homestead

nostalgia

Nothing can make our heart so warm,
As visions of where we first were born,
As the memory of that first Christmas tree,
Where the old homestead used to be.

The smile and song and the merry laughter,
That rang from the cellar clear to the rafter,
Each loved one's face we yet can see,
Where the old homestead used to be.

The fires were burning the coals were glowing,
From all of our hearts affection was flowing,
In honor of Him was our Christmas tree,
Where the old homestead used to be.

Pictures of those long passed away,
Hung on the walls and watched our play,
They shared with us in all our glee,
Where the old homestead used to be.

Those hearts of the long ago we treasure,
In the memory with unstinted measure,
All gathered around that Christmas tree,
Where the old homestead used to be.

The beauty that gathered in that dominion,
Was though it had dropped from angel pinion,
For the birth of Him who made us free,
Where the old homestead used to be.

The place to us was one of splendor,
And cherished yet in our memory tender,
And the glory of that first Christmas tree,
Where the old homestead used to be.

Some day again we will see the place,
And, too, in our memory each one's face,
In a Six Studebaker so easy and free,
Where the old homestead used to be.

car model

—The Car with Character.