"My Southern Home" (not dated)
Words and Music by John Hill Hewitt, 1801-1890

[Source:
John H. Hewitt papers #31 (OP3 8)
Special Collections,
The Robert W. Woodruff Library,
Emory University,
Atlanta, GA  30322-2870]

1.
My southern home, where skies are bright, 
And balmy winds are blowing, 
Though exiled, still my heart is thine, 
And tears for thee are flowing. 
A friendly refugee alone, 
Thro’ stranger lands I wander, 
And sadly beats my patriot heart 
When o’er thy fate I ponder.

REFRAIN
My southern home, my sunny home,
When shall I rest with thee?
Not till thy galing chains are cleft,
And thou standst proud and free.

2.
My southern home where warm heart beat,
And maids are fair and truthful;
Where mothers’ rear up hardy sons,
And valor crowns the youthful.
The refugee will pray for thee
Until his life-scene closes;
He ne’er may see thy shore again,
Thy hills and vales of roses.