Old Time Melody

Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)

I 'm pining away for the way I 'd go,I 'm pining away for the things I 've seen,For the joy of the fall of the first white snow,And the sweep of the forest green.

But it 's not for the home-land, broad and fair;The house on the hill, or the old ways spread;—For why should I wander here or there,Since you went down to the dead?

I 'm pining away for the love you gave,For the world that you made, when your life lay here.And the path to the country beyond the graveIs the way that I pine for, dear!