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!