Dear home of my childhood, with heartfelt emotion
Thy mem'ry I'll cherish by day and by night,
And sing to thy praise a dear song of devotion
In dreams I behold thee with fondest delight
Thou dearest old homestead, I love and revere thee,
An sweet is the vision that brings one so high,
The humble log dwelling, and scenry near thee.
The cool gushing fountain that never went dry.

Chorus:
The cool gushing fountain, the pure gushing fountain
The cool gushing fountain that never went dry.

O'er the valley's of Deep Creek, in lifes early morning,
To veiw natures beauties, I often have strayed;
When flowers and music the vales were adorning,
With playfellows merry, I often have played,
When gently the pheasant the forest was drumming,
How sweet the echoing and sound would reply,
And busy the beesmid the blossoms were humming,
By the cool flowing fountain that never went dry.

Chorus:
The cool gushing fountain, the pure gushing fountain
The cool gushing fountain that never went dry.

Where gaily the notes of the songsters were ringing,
For me were a treasure, when I was quite young,
I'd mimic the music so sweet they were singing,
Would follow and chase them the wild-woods among;
With pleasure my bosom was filled to o'erflowing,
My young heart was leaping with rapture and joy,
The sweet scented breeze of the hawthorn was blowing,
O'er the cool gushing fountain that never went dry.

Chorus:
The cool gushing fountain, the pure gushing fountain
The cool gushing fountain that never went dry.

Sweet home of my boyhood, I love and remember,
Thy hills and thy valleys and deep cut ravines,
Where wild fruitage grows in its beauty and splender,
Displaying the richest of Autumn's rich scenes,
The black haw, the plum, and the wild service berry,
A rare feast of beauty presents to the eye;
The red haw, the grape, the Paw-Paw and the cherry,
The cool flowing fountain that never went dry.

Chorus:
The cool gushing fountain, the pure gushing fountain
The cool gushing fountain that never went dry.

Dear home of my youth, I bestow thee my blessing,
While life's crimson current continues to flow,
'Twas there that we lived when not one was a-missing,
Out circle unbroken by Death's ruthless blow;
But now we're reduced to one-half of our number,
With few of us left here to morn and to sigh,
Our family ties are now riven asunder,
And far from the fountain that never went dry.

Chorus:
The cool gushing fountain, the pure gushing fountain
The cool gushing fountain that never went dry.