"Well I have wandered far too long
My weary bones are heavy spent
Now won’t you lay me down to rest
On pillow fit for a journey’s end
Where my own father plowed the ground
And set a table poor but proud
In the house where I was born
Let my sleep be safe and warm
And in my heart, so sadly sweet
The dream of home
The dream of home
It touches my soul too soft to fleet
When far o’r the sea or land I roam"