Two Homes There Are Not Far Away
Two homes there are, not far away,
Within a city fair;
One home has peace and joy each day,
The other has despair.
In one, the children’s hearts are glad
When father comes in sight,
But little hearts next door are sad
For father drinks, each night.
Which home is yours?
Which home is yours?-
The home so bright and glad?
Or that one which the curse of rum
Has made so drear and sad?
In one of these two homes the face
Of mother wears a smile,
For life is sweet, and home a place
Of gladness all the while:
The face next door shows but the signs
Of shame and sorrow dumb,
For day by day, her poor heart pines
Beneath the curse of rum. [Chorus]