The Canadian Soldiers' Song Book
PART XI.—HOME SONGS
129—THE LITTLE HOUSE UPON THE HILL
There's a light that's burning in the window
Of a little house upon the hill,
And the light will burn, and a heart will yearn,
And it always will till I return.
For there's only one mother,
I know she's waiting still,
And she'll always keep the light a-burning
In the window of the house upon the hill.
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.
131—AULD LANG SYNE
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days o' auld lang syne?
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