They'Re Coming Back

THEY 'RE coming home Thanksgiving Day, They 're coming back once more, And mother's smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow She doesn't seem so old; The lines have faded from her brow, She's sprightly now and bold. And yesterday she sang a song That took me back to when The youngest merely crept along, And Frank was only ten. They 're coming home Thanksgiving Day, And mother shows it, too; Her hair, somehow, is not so gray, And in her eyes the blue Is clearer than it used to be, And in them there's a light Of love that I was wont to see When courting her at night. She's singing songs again, and in Her voice there 's not a crack, Once more the dimple's in her chin, For they are coming back. They 're coming back, that's all we know, They 're coming back to see The mother of the long ago, They 're coming back to me. And we've put off a thousand woes, And shelved a dozen years; In mother's fading cheek the rose Of June once more appears; The old home seems to thrill once more The way it used to, when The baby crept along the floor And Frank was only ten.