A popular song from 1911.
words by D. Eardley-Wilmot
music by Hermann Löhr
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Benjamin R. Tubb:
Lyrics
- When the golden sun sinks in the hills
And the toil of a long day is o’er
Though the road may be long, in the lilt of a song
I forget I was weary before
Far ahead, where the blue shadows fall
I shall come to contentment and rest
And the toils of the day will be all charmed away
In my little grey home of the west - There are hands that will welcome me in
There are lips I am burning to kiss
They are two eyes that shine just because they are mine
And a thousand things other men miss
It’s a corner of heaven itself
Though it’s only a tumbledown nest
But with love brooding there, why, no place can compare
With my little grey home in the west
Sung here by Fred Feild: