Weary the heart that is longing
For a cottage home so dear,
In the flowery days of summer,
Or dark of winter drear;
Naught can man find sweeter
Over the whole world wide,
A realm beyond contentment,
My Own Fireside.
Hearthstone warm and homely,
A stool and rickety chair,
A child with a rug to lie upon
A King without comfort is poor,
A woman to chile and caress me,
Where love shall for ever abide,
Crown of the free and happy,
My Own Fireside.
Older I grow I am wondering,
Life's wonders are not a few,
Soon it will be I am going
From all that is fresh and anew;
Skating along the rink of time
To labour and honest ride,
The warm glow still burning -
My Own Fireside.
We rest us beside the embers,
In a twilight all our own,
Children have grown around us,
To labour when we are gone.
They carry the old tradition,
By pathways sure and tried,
Love, Respect and Religion -
My Own Fireside.
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