When the young folks gather ’round in the good old-fashioned way,
Singin’ all the latest songs gathered from the newest play,
Or they start the phonograph an’ shove the chairs back to the wall
An’ hold a little party dance, I’m happiest of all.
Then I sorter settle back, plumb contented to the core,
An’ I tell myself most proudly, that’s what home’s intended for.
When the laughter’s gaily ringin’ an’ the room is filled with song,
I like, to sit an’ watch ’em, all that glad an’ merry throng,
For the ragtime they are playin’ on the old piano there
Beats any high-toned music where the bright lights shine an’ glare,
An’ the racket they are makin’ stirs my pulses more and more,
So I whisper in my gladness: that’s what home’s intended for.
Then I smile an’ say to Mother, let ’em move the chairs about,
Let ’em frolic in the parlor, let ’em shove the tables out,
Jus’ so long as they are near us, jus’ so long as they will stay
By the fireplace we are keepin’, harm will never come their way,
An’ you’ll never hear me grumble at the bills that keep me poor,
It’s the finest part o’ livin’- that’s what home’s intended for.
