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 agleaming
Oh! the longing and the dreaming, coming home
Ah! Oh the longing and the dreaming, coming home.
Willeby, Charles and Eardley-Wilmot, D., "Coming Home" (1914). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1602.
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