The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book/Little Gray Home of the West

by D. Eardley-Wilmot

130—LITTLE GRAY HOME OF THE WEST

When the golden sun sinks in the hills,
And the toil of a long day is o'er
Tho' 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 in
There are lips I am burning to kiss
There are two eyes that shine just because they are mine
And a thousand things other men miss
It's a corner of Heaven itself,
Tho' it's only a tumbled down nest,
But with love brooding there
Why no place can compare
With my little Grey Home in the West.