Homing
All things come home at eventide,
Like birds weary of their roaming,
And I would hasten to thy side, Homing
Oh! Dearest, I have wandered far,
From day break to the twilight gloaming,
I come back with the evening star,Homing.
Thou art my hunger and my need,
The goal and solace of my roaming,
Be thou my haven when I speed, Homing.
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