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