[F]'Tis well I know that often[B] folk keep [F]wond'ring
When in my eyes a far off [G7]look they[C] see,
What it
can[Gm] be the cause of [C]all my [Gm]dreaming,,[C],
What is this [Gm]dream so very C]dear to [F]me
[F]And, truth to
tell, 'tis often[B] I go [F]roaming
In dreams along the road of [G7]memo[C]ry,
To where my [Gm]heart will find its C]conso[Gm]lation[C7],
Within
the [Gm]lovely cottage [C7]by the[F] Lee,
My[F7] home, sweet [B]home that I so [Gm]fondly [F]cherish,
The [C7]dear ones
[F]there mean evry[C7]thing to [Gm]me,,C7]
In all this [Gm]world, if there can[C] be a [Gm]heaven[C7],
I'm sure it's[Gm]
in that cottage [C7]by the [F]Lee.
'Tis well I stand outside that cottage doorway,
And gaze across the corn fields rich and gold,
To hear the
stream go rippling by the meadow,
Or watch the shepherd calling to his fold.
From down the lane that winds behind the
garden,
The blackbird greets the smiling summer morn,
And as his music echoes o'er the valley,
You smile and bless
the day that you were born.
Yes, that's my dream, my lovely dream of homeland,
And though I thought a rover I could
be,
It's soon I found I left my heart behind me,
Within that lovely cottage by the Lee.
