Veteran's Day

DO THEY MISS ME

(By Jonathan Stager)

Do they miss me at home, do they miss me

 It would be an assurance most dear 

To know that this moment some loved one 

Were saying, I wish he were here.
To feel that the group at the fireside

 Were thinking of me as I roam,

 Oh, Yes would the joy beyond measure 

 To know that they miss me at home 

 To know that they miss me at home.
When twilight approaches the season 

 That ever is sacred to song,

 Does someone reflect my name

 And sigh that I tary so long.
And is there a chord in the musick,

 That’s missed when my voise is away, 

 And a chord in each heart that awaketh

 Regret at my wearisome day 

Regret at my wearisome day.
Do they set me a chair near the table

 When evenings home pleasures are nigh, 

When the candles are lit in the parlor,

 And the stars in the calm azure sky.
And when the goodnights are repeated, 

And lay them down to their sleep

 Do they think of the absent and weep more

 Or whisper goodnight while they sweep

 Or whisper goodnight while they weep.
Do they miss me at home, do they miss me

 At morning, at noon or at night 

 And linger one gloomy round them 

 That only my presence can light

 And joys less invitingly welcome 

 And pleasures less hale than before

 Because one is missing from the circle

 Because I am with them no more.

 Because I am with them no more.