I am thinking tonight of an old cottage home That stands on the brow of the hill Where in life's early morning I once loved to roam But now all is quiet and still Oh, my old cottage home, my old cottage home That stands on the brow of the hill Where in life's early morning I once loved to roam But now all is quiet and still Many years have gone by since in prayers there I knelt With dear ones around the old hearth But my mother's sweet prayer in my heart still are felt I'll treasure them up while on earth Oh, my old cottage home, my old cottage home That stands on the brow of the hill Where in life's early morning I once loved to roam But now all is quiet and still One by one they have gone from the old cottage home On earth we shall see them no more But we'll meet them again on that beautiful shore Where parting will come nevermore Oh, my old cottage home, my old cottage home That stands on the brow of the hill Where in life's early morning I once loved to roam But now all is quiet and still