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The Valley of Youth A Song -There's a home in a valley, where bright flowers bloom, And the bird-songs are sweeter to me, Than all the gay songsters of climes just as fair, 'Tis the home of my boyhood so free, Where pure apple blossoms perfumed purer air, All its beauty in memory I see, And though I may wander in many sweet bowers, There- is only one valley for me. Chorus— It's the valley of youth, it's the valley of truth, The memory dwells in my heart, And in fancy I live the fond hours again. May their sweet incense never depart. As memory turns backward I see once again, The bare-footed chums of my youth, The smiling green fields, the old miller's dam, The church where we heard from God's truth. I see my sweet mother with, silvery hair, And a face pure and tender to see, So of all the fair valley I've seen anywhere, There is only one valley for me. I hear the cows lowing, the birds sweetly sing, The busy bee hums round the door. I hear the old bell of the village church ring, In my heart it shall ring evermore. New valleys I know and new faces I meet, New pleasures in life there may be, But, oh for a glimpse of my old fashioned home, In the valley of boyhood to me. 20 F.E. Page