Lyrics:
I was going home again and was waiting for my train,
In a quaint old railway station way out west,
All the world was bright to me,
For I knew I soon would see,
Dear old mother and the girl I loved the best,
I could see the rustic gate, where I swung with sweetheart Kate,
And my old plantation home that stood below,
May the soft moon gently shine,
On your sweet face, mother mine,
In the home down where the cotton blossoms grow;
chorus:
Picture tonight a field of snowy white,
Hear the darkies singing soft and low,
I long to be, for someone waits for me,
Down where the cotton blossoms grow.
Whe I reached the dear old place, ev'ry old familiar face,
Brought unto my heart a throb of untold joy,
As each darky took his stand,
Then I shook each by the hand,
For I'd known them since I'd been a little boy,
Then a sweet and joyous cry, brought a teardrop to my eye,
And my mother kissed me as in long ago,
While a girlish form drew near,
'Twas my sweetheart, Kat, so dear,
In my home down where the cotton blossoms grow;
