Where is my wand’ring boy to-night–
The boy of my tenderest care,
The boy that was once my joy and light,
The child of my love and prayer?
O where is my boy to-night?
O where is my boy to-night?
My heart o’erflows, for I love him, he knows;
O where is my boy to-night?
Once he was pure as morning dew,
As he knelt at his mother’s knee;
No face was so bright, no heart more true,
And none was so sweet as he.
O could I see you now, my boy,
As fair as in olden time,
When prattle and smile made home a joy,
And life was a merry chime!
Go for my wand’ring boy to-night;
Go, search for him where you will;
But bring him to me with all his blight,
And tell him I love him still.