Long was the day from you and sweet ’twill seem
The day is over and I am coming home.
Then I shall find you as in days long past,
Sitting so quietly in the firelight glow;
‘Love,’ you will say to me, ‘you are come at last.’
Your eyes be glad of me as long ago.
All I have won since then will slip my hold,
Dear love and children, the long years away;
I shall come home to you the girl of old,
Glad to come home to you — oh, glad to stay!
Often and often I am dreaming yet
Of the firelit window when I’ve crossed the hill
And I coming home to you from night and wet:
Often and often I am dreaming still.
Over and over again I dream my dream.
Ah, why would it haunt me if it wasn’t true?
I am travelling home to you by the last red gleam,
In the quiet evening I am finding you.