Peter Dawson — Little Grey Home In The West

When the golden sun sinks in the hills And the toil of a long day is o'er Though 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 the day Will be all charmed away In my little grey home in 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 Though it's only a tumbledown nest But with love brooding there Why no place can compare With my little grey home in the west!