Classic Poem

Oh! please just one peep,
At my cabin in the hills
Where the pine trees sway,
And the hound dogs bay
To the notes of the whip-poor-will.
Oh! when the sun goes down,
And the day is done,
And the stars peep through
The fading blue,
Ma knits Pa's socks,
Pa oils his gun.
Oh! one more song on this old banjo,
For my dear Ma and my good Pa;
For it is written down, they've got to go
To a land beyond that deep blue sky.
True are the words of the old-fashioned hymn,
God has a home prepared for them,
Where their happy souls will never die.
I thank God in Heaven
For my home in the hills,
Where the mocking birds call,
And the wild cats squall
To the dying of the day
And the whip-poor-will.