DO THEY MISS ME (FADIKA)

                                                                                                 Do they miss me at home, do they miss me

It would be an assurance most dear

To know that this moment some loved one

Were saying, I wish he were here.

To feel that the group at the fireside

Were thinking of me as I roam,

Oh, Yes would the joy beyond measure

To know that they miss me at home

To know that they miss me at home.

When twilight approaches the season

That ever is sacred to song,

Does someone reflect my name

And sigh that I tary so long.

And is there a chord in the musick,

That’s missed when my voice is away,

And a chord in each heart that awaketh

Regret at my wearisome day

Regret at my wearisome day.

Do they set me a chair near the table

When evenings home pleasures are nigh,

When the candles are lit in the parlor,

And the stars in the calm azure sky.

And when the goodnights are repeated,

And lay them down to their sleep

Do they think of the absent and weep more

Or whisper goodnight while they sweep

Or whisper goodnight while they weep.

Do they miss me at home , do they miss me

At morning, at noon or at night

And linger one gloomy round them

That only my presence can light

And joys less invitingly welcome

And pleasures less hale than before

Because one is missing from the circle

Because I am with them no more.

Because I am with them no more.