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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.
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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!

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