文本歌词

The Miner's Dream Of Home - Peter Dawson
It's ten weary years since I left Englands shore
In a far distant country to roam
How I long to return to my own native land
To my friends and the old folks at home
Last night as I slumbered I had a strange dream
It seems to bring distant lands near
I dreamt of old England the land of my birth
To the heart of her sons ever dear
I saw the old homestead and faces I love
I saw Englands valleys and dells
I listened with joy as I did when a boy
To the sound of the old village bells
The log was burning brightly
Was the night that your granny all see
All the bells were ringing the old year out
And the new year in
Oh oh sweet sweet home
At the door of the cartage we made face to face
For the first time for ten weary years
Soon the past was forgot and we stood hand in hand
Father mother and wanderer in tears
Once more in the fire place
The old log burns bright
And I promise you'll more would I roam
As I sit in the old baked chair by the hub
And I sing the dear song home sweet home
I saw the old homestead and faces I love
I saw Englands valleys and dells
I listened with joy as I did when a boy
To the sound of the old village bells
The log was burning brightly
Was the night that your granny all see
All the bells were ringing the old year out
And the new year in
Oh there's no place like home
There's no place like home