Quote#Solitude
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
Quote byHenry Clay Work · 1832–1884
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Song Come Home, Father!.
English (original)
Father, dear father, come home with me now! The clock in the steeple strikes three; The house is so lonely, the hours are so long For poor weeping mother and me. Yes, we are alone, poor Benny is dead, And gone with the angels of light; And these were the very last words that he said, "I want to kiss Papa good night."
— Henry Clay Work
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