AWAY FROM HOME.
The sunset falls across the sea
In flakes of golden light,
While the good ship sails fast and free
Into the silent night;
But while I watch with dazzled eyes
The fading smile of day,
My heart is with our eastern skies,
And loved ones far away.
In flakes of golden light,
While the good ship sails fast and free
Into the silent night;
But while I watch with dazzled eyes
The fading smile of day,
My heart is with our eastern skies,
And loved ones far away.
I hear the rippling of the waves
Like some sweet thought that thrills
When the cool evening breezes play
On our New England hills;
While at each murmured word that breaks
Across the tinkling spray,
Some echoing chord of memory wakes
For loved ones far away.
Like some sweet thought that thrills
When the cool evening breezes play
On our New England hills;
While at each murmured word that breaks
Across the tinkling spray,
Some echoing chord of memory wakes
For loved ones far away.
And as the moonbeams' silver light
Falls trembling from above,
To shine across the wooded height
And bless the home I love,
Falls trembling from above,
To shine across the wooded height
And bless the home I love,
