Homing

All things come home at eventide

Like birds that weary of their roaming

And I would hasten to thy side, homing

Ah, dearest, I have wandered far

From daybreak 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

Belovèd, my haven when I speed, homing

All things come home at eventide

Like birds that weary of their roaming

And I would hasten to thy side, homing