 And eatin' and laughin' with folks of your choice; And kissin' the girls and declarin' that they Are growin' more beautiful day after day. Buildin' the old family circle again; Livin' the wholesome and old-fashioned cheer, Just for awhile at the end of the year. Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door, And under the old roof we gather once more; Just as we did when the youngsters were small, Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all. Father's a little bit older, but still Ready to romp and to laugh with a will; Here we are back at the table again, Tellin' our stories as women and men. Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer, Oh, but we're grateful and glad to be there; Home from the east land and home from the west, Home with the folks that are dearest and best. Out of the sham of the cities afar, We've come for a time to be just what we are; Here we can talk of ourselves and be frank, Forgettin' position and station and rank. When most of the plannin' and toilin' is done; Bring all the wanderers home to the nest, Let me sit down with the ones I love best. Hear the old voices still ringin' with song, See the old faces unblemished by wrong; See the old table with all of its chairs, And I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.
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