Down East
by Charles Ives

Songs! Visions of my homeland,
come with strains of childhood,
Come with tunes we sang in school days
and with songs from mother’s heart;
Way down east in a village by the sea,
stands an old, red farm house
that watches o’er the lea;
All that is best in me,
lying deep in memory,
draws my heart where I would be,
nearer to thee.
Ev’ry Sunday morning,
when the chores were almost done,
from that little parlor
sounds the old melodeon,
“Nearer my God to Thee, nearer to Thee,”
With those strains a stronger hope
comes nearer to me.