Coming home

There is many a step goes lighter, coming home;

There is many an eye grows brighter, coming home.

All the way seems to remind you

Of sweet memories that bind you

To dear distant days behind you, coming home!

You forget your load of sorrow, coming home;

It will wait until the morrow, coming home.

You can see the kind smiles beaming

And the tender eyes a-gleaming:

Oh! the longing and the dreaming, coming home.