For Chantelle When I Come Home

When I come home


When I come home will you be there to greet
Me with a smile and outstretched arms,
A heart of quickened beat,
When our eyes meet?

And will you tell me all your thoughts and deeds,
As in the gloaming night again
We take the path that leads
O'er grassy mead?

And as of old will you my grief beguile-
The grief the weary days have brought ?

And will you make me smile
With you the whole?

And as the mellow years come on, will you
Remember still that love is young
And crease as morning dew
For me and you?

I'm coming home ere long to you who wait
So patiently as seasons go,
Beside the woodland hate
In evenings late.

On fancy's eye a thousand times I see
You there with eager, anxious look
That scans the rolling lea
I search of me.

I see you run into my arms at last,
And feel the tremor of your lips
The world aside is cast,
And care is past.

I'm coming home ere long to you who wait
So patiently as seasons go,
Beside the woodland gate
In evenings late.




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