The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Little Gray Home of the West
130—LITTLE GRAY HOME OF THE WEST
When the golden sun sinks in the hills,And the toil of a long day is o'erTho' the road may be long in the lilt of a song,I forget I was weary before.Far ahead where the blue shadows fall,I shall come to contentment and rest,And the toils of a day will be all charmed away,In my little gray home of the West.
There are hands that will welcome me inThere are lips I am burning to kissThere are two eyes that shine just because they are mineAnd a thousand things other men missIt's a corner of Heaven itself,Tho' it's only a tumbled down nest,But with love brooding thereWhy no place can compareWith my little Grey Home in the West.