When I Go Home

A lit­tle while

and then the sum­mer day

When I go home;

’Tis lone­some win­ter now

but ’twill be May

When I go home;

Beyond the gloom of moor and fen

I see the wel­come warm of those who wait for me

When I go home

when I go home.

Work ceas­es not in sun­shine or in show’r

Till I go home;

But in the still­ness of the twi­light hour

I dream of home;

And when the night wind moans across the wold

I feel no dread of dark

or chill of cold—

I dream of home

I dream of home.

All will be well

and all be hap­pi­ness

When I go home;

The wan­der­ings all o’er

and lone­li­ness

When I go home;

There will be light at ev­en­tide for me

The light that nev­er was on land or sea

When I go home

when I go home.

I’ll meet the loved ones I have lost awhile

When I go home;

And

best of all

I’ll see my Sav­ior smile

When I go home;

Oh

what a joy thro’ all eter­ni­ty

To sing the praise of Him who died for me

When I go home

when I go home.