Song of the Soldier's Wifes.
I
At last! In sight of home again,
Of home again;
No more to range and roam again
As at that bygone time?
No more to go away from us
And stay from us? -
Dawn, hold not long the day from us,
But quicken it to prime!
II
Now all the town shall ring to them,
Shall ring to them,
And we who love them cling to them
And clasp them joyfully;
And cry, "O much we'll do for you
Anew for you,
Dear Loves!--aye, draw and hew for you,
Come back from oversea."
III
Some told us we should meet no more,
Should meet no more;
Should wait, and wish, but greet no more
Your faces round our fires;
That, in a while, uncharily
And drearily
Men gave their lives--even wearily,
Like those whom living tires.
IV
And now you are nearing home again,
Dears, home again;
No more, may be, to roam again
As at that bygone time,
Which took you far away from us
To stay from us;
Dawn, hold not long the day from us,
But quicken it to prime!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Come Home, Father!
'Tis The
SONG OF LITTLE MARY,
Standing at the bar-room door
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before.
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out our house is all dark
And mother's been watching since tea, --
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me. --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --
Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder, and Benny is worse
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed he is worse Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn; --
And this is the message she sent me to bring
"Come quickly, or he will be gone." --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --
Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely the hours are so long
For poor weeping mother and me.
Yes, we are alone poor Benny is dead,
And gone with the angels of light; --
And these were the very last words that he said
"I want to kiss Papa good night." --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --
Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."
poem by Henry Clay Work
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The Best Friend
Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.
Now what shall I --
Stay home or roam?
"Roam", Pleasure said;
And Joy -- "stay home."
Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
"Sit," answers Joy;
"Dance," Pleasure screams.
Which of ye two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But Joy kissed me.
poem by William Henry Davies
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No Letters From Home!
A stranger lies ill, in a distant city,
With no - - letters from home!
The glances that meet him, in lieu of pity,
Are querring, "Why does he roam?"
"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twere better
I slept in this gold-dusted loam;
Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter--
A flock of kind letters from home."
"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twer better I
I slept in this gold-dusted loam;
Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter--
A flock of kind letters from home."
Like messenger doves, from across the mountains,
Cream tinted and golden and white?
Like the clouds that have sipp'd at the Eastern fountains
For thirsty land to take flight;
So come the dear missives--but ah! the stranger
Receives none to lighten his gloom;
In this time of sickness, this hour of danger,
Not ever one letter from home!
He moans in his slumber "Why did I ever
So far - - westwardly roam;
Oh, must I lie down must I sleep forever
With no loving letters from home?
My bones you may bury where winds are lifting
Pacific's broad billows in foam;
Or there on Lone Mountain, where sands are drifting,
But first, bring a letter from home."
"From the 'Golden' up to the portals pearly,"
He murmurs, "Oh can it be far?
On the sunset domain, in the morn how early
Will glimmer the Orient Star?
What light is the melting my shade like fetters?
What birds are those circling the dome?
Those messenger doves are my long sought letters
My flock of kind letters from home."
"They heed my request," says he, "best of debtors,
Their favors are whitening the dome!
Sweet messenger doves are my long sought letters,
My flock of kind letters from home."
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Fading Away
I was at the breakwall, I was lookin at the sea
In back of the eight ball in some misery
There on the horizon stood a mighty ship of fools
They were headin into the harbor with all their broken rules
Whenever Im feelin lonely I can just pick up the phone
Or I can go to the movies or just stay at home alone
Theyre better off to be someplace thats a good long way from home
Any way I can lose myself
Dawn is breakin, Im hesitatin, im
Fading away, fading away
They sailed right to meet me, I said whats it all about
Please try to excuse me, we can work things out
If youve ever wondered if that mighty ship is real
Let me tell ya bout it brother, it was somethin you could feel
Whenever Im feelin lonely I let twilight set the tone
Or I can go to the movies or just stay at home alone
Theyre better off to be someplace thats a good long way to roam
Aint livin high on the hog right now
Time is wastin, Im hesitatin, im
Fading away, fading away
One more day on the calendar on my mind
I am down around the breakwall puttin in some time
The whole ship of fools has gotten safely under way
And I was proud to be a part of what it was they had to say
Whenever Im feelin lonely I can just pick up the phone
Or I can go to the movies or just stay at home alone
Theyre better off to be someplace thats a good long piece from home
Any way I can lose myself
Dawn is breakin, Im hesitatin, im
Fading away, fading away
Fading away, fading away
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Harry’s Come Marching Home Again (Written In March 2008)
Harry’s come marching home again, Hooray! Hooray!
From Afghanistan, not to roam again, he is back, to stay.
Whilst the flags are out and the bugles blare
I am sure he wishes he still were there.
And we all feel proud Prince Harry has come back home.
Harry’s come flying home again, Hooray! Hooray!
Since media hacks have hunted him down as prey, for pay.
They’ve snitched and let the cat out of the bag
And he’s had to fly home and brave jet lag
And I’m sure he’s sick he’s had to come flying home.
Harry’s come sailing home again, Hooray! Hooray!
It would just have been a security risk to stay, they say.
Now the papers groan and wonder what
They can do with him, now he can’t get shot
But they’ve got their scoop now Harry’s come sailing home.
Harry’s come driving home again, Hooray! Hooray!
Now he can go back on the town again, to play and stray
And the paparazzi will take their snaps
While he’s on the booze with a few of the chaps
And they’ll take their cut now Harry’s come driving home.
Harry’s come marching home again, Hooray! Hooray!
From Afghanistan, not to roam again. Is he back to stay
Till the next time he is sent off to fight,
If they hush it up? Will it all be right?
Do we all feel proud Prince Harry has come back home?
poem by C. Richard Miles
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From the Bush
The Channel fog has lifted –
And see where we have come!
Round all the world we've drifted,
A hundred years from "home".
The fields our parents longed for –
Ah! we shall ne'er know how –
The wealth that they were wronged for
We'll see as strangers now!
The Dover cliffs have passed on –
In the morning light aglow –
That our fathers looked their last on
A weary time ago.
Now grin, and grin your bravest!
We need be strong to fight;
For you go home to picture
And I go home to write.
Hold up your head in England,
Tread firm on London streets;
We come from where the strong heart
Of all Australia beats!
Hold up your head in England
However poor you roam!
For no men are your betters
Who never sailed from home!
From a hundred years of hardships –
'Tis ours to tell the cost –
From a thousand miles of silence
Where London would be lost;
From where the glorious sunset
On sweeps of mulga glows –
Ah! we know more than England,
And more than Europe knows!
Hold up your head in London,
However poor you come,
For no man is your better
Who never sailed from home!
Our "home" and foreign fathers,
Where none but men dared go,
Have done more for the White Man
Than England e'er shall know!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Don't Stay Home
Life could slip away in absent minded numbness
I'm only sayin this 'cuz Iwish for the best
When you always stay in self-incarceration I think it's such ashame
Don't stay home this time now don't stay home
If he don't have to hedon't want to
Don't stay home this time no don't say no
Oh how I'd like todiffuse your time bomb anger
It's screaming danger danger this kind of world
Don't care if you're home so you better get some
Don't stay home this time nowdon't stay home
If he don't have to he don't want to
Don't stay home this timeno don't say no
Everything I'm sayin' you can dismiss
Because I sat alone onthis past Christmas I deserved to be alone
But I guess I should have gone home
Hey don't break the mold kid just eat around it
Yeah that's what I did I'll berunnin around the block
For no apparent reason
Somethin' you'll catch me doin'in any given season
Gotta break a sweat man gotta go bust out Buddy bye bye byebye
Good-bye to the drought - yea
Don't stay home this time now don't stayhome
If he don't have to he don't want to
Don't stay home this time no don't say no
Don't stay home this time now don't stay home
If he don't have to he don'twant to
Don't stay home this time no don't stay home
song performed by by 311 from 311
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Two Schools
I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize."
My heart came back again:
"Now where is the prize?" I cried. ----
"The rule was false, and the prize was pain,
And the teacher's name was Pride."
I put my heart to school
In the woods, where veeries sing,
And brooks run cool and clear;
In the fields, where wild flowers spring,
And the blue of heaven bends near.
"Go out," I said: "you are half a fool,
But perhaps they can teach you here."
"And why do you stay so long,
My heart, and where do you roam?"
The answer came with a laugh and a song, ---
"I find this school is home."
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Dont Stay Home
Life could slip away in absent minded numbness
Im only sayin this cuz I wish for the best
When you always stay in self-incarceration
I thinks its such a shame
Dont stay home this time no dont stay home
If he dont have to he dont want to
Dont stay home this time no dont say no
Oh how Id like to diffuse your time bomb anger
Its screaming danger danger this kind of world
Dont care if youre home so you better get some
Dont stay home this time no dont stay home
If he dont have to he dont want to
Dont stay home this time no dont say no
Everything Im sayin you can dismiss
Because I sat alone on this past christmas
I deserved to be alone
But I guess I should have gone home
Hey dont break the mold kid just eat around it
Yeah thats what I did
Ill be running around the block
For no apparent reason
Somethin youll catch me doin in any season
Gotta break a sweat man gotta go bust out
Biddy by by by by
Good-bye to the drout, yea
Dont stay home this time no dont stay home
If he dont have to he dont want to
Dont stay home this time no dont say no
Dont stay home this time no dont stay home
If he dont have to he dont want to
Dont stay home this time no dont stay home
song performed by by 311
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When You Gonna
Rick & lisa (astley & carter)
[rick]
Love is a special thing
It means more to me than just a wedding ring
When two people join as one
They dont know just what has begun
It comes to love, honour, cherish and obey
You promised girl that you would not go away
When you gonna come back home girl
You know Im all alone, girl
When you gonna come back home
When you gonna come back home girl
You know Im all alone, girl
When you gonna come back home
[lisa]
Love is a precious thing
So cant you see the joy that it can bring
So how can you be so cruel
Youve gone and broken every rule
You promised to love, honour, cherish and obey
You promised me youd never go away
When you gonna stay at home boy
You see I was alone, boy
When you gonna stay at home
When you gonna stay at home boy
You see I was alone, boy
When you gonna stay at home
[rick]
Loves got a hold on me
I need you girl, cant you see
[lisa]
So why dont we spend some time
Lets get together, maybe we could find
[rick & lisa]
Weve got to love, honour, cherish and obey
Weve got to promise that well never go away
Never gonna leave you home, no
Leave you all alone
Now Im gonna stay at home
Never gonna be alone, no
You see I should have known
Never gonna leave you home
[repeat / fade]
song performed by by Rick Astley
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Flying To My Home
The sun is fading in the west
Out where the cattle roam
Im like a bird at the end of the day
Flying to my home
Im flying to my home sweet majesty
Im flying to my home
The sky is like a painted flag
Above a sea of chrome
Ive got a woman living in my life
Living in my home
Im flying to my home sweet majesty
Im flying to my home
I havent been back for so long
I dont know if Im going to recognise it
They gave the old place a new face
And Im going to take some time
To size the situation up
I havent been back for so long
I dont know if Im going to recognise it
They gave the old place a new face
And Im going to take some time
To size the situation up
The sun is fading in the west
Out where the cattle roam
Ive got a woman living in my life
Living in my home
Im flying to my home sweet majesty
Im flying to my home
Im flying to my home
Im flying to my home
Im flying to my home
Im flying to my home sweet majesty
Im flying to my home...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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When the Boys Come Home
There's a happy time coming,
When the boys come home.
There's a glorious day coming,
When the boys come home.
We will end the dreadful story
Of this treason dark and gory
In a sunburst of glory,
When the boys come home.
The day will seem brighter
When the boys come home,
For our hearts will be lighter
When the boys come home.
Wives and sweethearts will press them
In their arms and caress them,
And pray God to bless them,
When the boys come home.
The thinned ranks will be proudest
When the boys come home,
And their cheer will ring the loudest
When the boys come home.
The full ranks will be shattered,
And the bright arms will be battered,
And the battle-standards tattered,
When the boys come home.
Their bayonets may be rusty,
When the boys come home,
And their uniforms dusty,
When the boys come home.
But all shall see the traces
Of battle's royal graces,
In the brown and bearded faces,
When the boys come home.
Our love shall go to meet them,
When the boys come home,
To bless them and to greet them,
When the boys come home;
And the fame of their endeavor
Time and change shall not dissever
From the nation's heart forever,
When the boys come home.
Home AT LAST!
We're home!
We're home!
Drop your bags on the floor.
Jump on the couch.
Turn on the television.
I don't care what anybody else says.
But, WE'RE HOME!
Home from the fear.
Home from the dead.
Home from the fire.
Home from the cruelty.
The horrible things.
Its no more a dream.
Your home.
Your here.
With your wife.
With your kids.
With your family.
Your home.
Maybe not in the most beautiful and expensively built place.
But its perfect.
Because everyone is here.
Everyone you've missed.
For so long.
Your home.
Once again.
And this time your to stay.
In the warmth and love.
Of your families.
Hey thanks.
For fighting for us.
We appreciate it.
Now stay home and live your dream.
Love, love, love, and LOVE.
Because.
Everyone's home.
-(;
poem by Saharah Rane
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Im Going Back Home
Rudy stevenson
Im going back home where I was born
First I planned to stay but I cant live this way
Im going back home where I was born
Try to understand I think this citys grand
But with all its charme give me the little country farm
Im going back home where I was born
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah now oh yeah
I tell you all about it I think you ought to know
Tell you all about it why I wanna go
I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer
I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
The crickets singing you can hear it for miles
Miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn
Yes it all happens where I was born
Miss the fried chicken colored greens
Miss the hot biscuits and the lima beans
Miss the prayer meeting where the people pray
With the drum beating till the break of day
You can have it you can have it
You can have it you can have it
You can have thy town I wont be around
This here lifes too fast but ll never never last
Im going back home where I was born
I got to go home got to go home
Where the people are real people can feel
Got to go down got to go down
Leave here today on my way so long so long
Going back home going back home
Got to go home got to go home
Got to go home got to go home
Where I where I was born
song performed by by Nina Simone
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I'll Be Home For Christmas
I'll be home for Christmas
I'll be home just in time
I can't wait 'till I see you
Feel your heart next to mine
We'll Be Together again like before
You and I all alone
I'll hold you close when I walk through that door
I'll be home for Christmas
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la-la
We can stay by the fire
With the lights turned down low
We can watch happy children
As they play in the snow
Though I may be far away from you now
Darling I promise this
It wont be long 'till we're sharing a kiss
I'll be home for Christmas
Do-do do-do-do do-do do-do-do do-do do-do-do
Do-do do-do-do do-do do-do-do-dum
Do-do do-do-do do-do do-do-do do-do do-do-do
Do-do do-do-do do-do do-do-do-dum
I'll be home for Christmas
I'll be home Christmas time
When you wait Christmas morning
I'll be there by your side
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la la-la-la-la
(repeat to close)
song performed by by Boney M.
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At play
Play that you are mother dear,
And play that papa is your beau;
Play that we sit in the corner here,
Just as we used to, long ago.
Playing so, we lovers two
Are just as happy as we can be,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
"I love you" we both shall say,
All in earnest and all in play.
Or, play that you are that other one
That some time came, and went away;
And play that the light of years agone
Stole into my heart again to-day!
Playing that you are the one I knew
In the days that never again may be,
I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
I love you!" my heart shall say
To the ghost of the past come back to-day!
Or, play that you sought this nestling-place
For your own sweet self, with that dual guise
Of your pretty mother in your face
And the look of that other in your eyes!
So the dear old loves shall live anew
As I hold my darling on my knee,
And I'll say "I love you" to you,
And you say "I love you" to me!
Oh, many a strange, true thing we say
And do when we pretend to play!
poem by Eugene Field
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When You Meet a Man from Your Own Home Town
Sing, O Muse, in treble clef,
A little song of the A.E.F.,
And pardon me, please, if I give vent
To something akin to sentiment.
But we have our moments Over Here
When we want to cry and we want to cheer;
And the hurrah feeling will not down
When you meet a man from your own home town.
It's many a lonesome, longsome day
Since you embarked from the U.S.A.,
And you met some men--it's a great big war--
From towns that you never had known before;
And you landed here, and your rest camp mate
Was a man from some strange and distant state.
Liked him? Yes; but you wanted to see
A man from the town where you used to be.
And then you went, by design or chance,
All over the well-known map of France;
And you yearned with a yearn that grew and grew
To talk with a man from the burg you knew.
And some lugubrious morn when
Your morale is batting about .110,
"Where are you from?" and you make reply,
And the O.D. warrior says, "So am I."
The universe wears a smiling face
As you spill your talk of the old home place;
You talk of the streets, and the home town jokes,
And you find that you know each other's folks;
And you haven't any more woes at all
Ad you both decide that the world is small--
A statement adding to its renown
When you meet a man from your own home town.
You may be among the enlisted men,
You may be a Lieut. or a Major-Gen.;
Your home may be up in the Chilkoot Pass,
In Denver, Col., or in Pittsfield, Mass.;
You may have come from Chicago, Ill.,
Buffalo, Portland, or Louisville--
But there's nothing, I'm gambling, can keep you down,
When you meet a man from your own home town.
* * * * *
If you want to know why I wrote this pome,
Well . . . I've just had a talk with a guy from home.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Love Has A Mind Of Its Own
Think about me and you
Think of all the changes weve
Been through
The laughter an the tears, the
Years together
Little did we both know
When we fell we gave up all control
Though times get hard
Were strong enough to carry on
cause
Love has a mind of its own
It moves in its own circles
And it roams where it will roam
Love has a mind of its own
It holds our lives together
Youre my heart, youre my home
(I) stayed awake last night
Told myself that this time we were
Through
That passion wasnt pair, my heart
Had changed
But then in the morning light
The feeling cut me like a knife
And then I knew
I couldnt walk away from you
cause
Love has a mind of its own
It moves in its own circles
And it roams where it will roam
Love has a mind of its own
It holds our lives together
Youre my heart, youre my home
We can drive ourselves so far apart
The world gets in between
Before you know, the distance grows
Till never we lose sight of the dream
But the wonder of it all
Is how love will survive
It never fails to keep us going
It never fails to keep us alive
cause
Love has a mind of its own
It moves in its own circles
And it roams where it will roam
Love has a mind of its own
It holds our lives together
Youre my heart, youre my home
Love has a mind of its own
It moves in its own circles
And it roams where it will roam
Love has a mind of its own
It holds our lives together
Youre my heart, youre my home
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Ill Be Home
Ill be home
Ill be home
When your nights are troubled
And youre all alone
When youre feeling down
And need some sympathy
And theres no one else around
To keep you company
Remember, baby,
You can always count on me
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
Wherever you may wander
And wherever you may roam
You come back
Ill be waiting here for you
No one else will ever love you
The way I do
Ill be here to comfort you
And see you through
Ill be home
Ill be home
Ill be home
song performed by by Randy Newman
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The Ruined Maid
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"-
"O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.
-"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"-
"Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.
-"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,'
And 'thik oon' and 'theäs oon' and 't'other'; but now
Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compan-ny!"-
"Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she.
-"Your hands were like paws then, you face blue and bleak
But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!"-
"We never do work when we're ruined," said she.
-"You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem
To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!"-
"True. One's pretty lively when ruined," said she.
-"I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town"-
"My dear - raw country girl, such as you be,
Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined," said she.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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