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I am singing a song to the boys to-day, / A song of the home that is far away. / And I know that an echo the word is waking / In many a heart that is secretly aching, / Yes, almost breaking, thinking of Home, dear Home. / But thought, dear boys, is a carrier dove, / And it flies straight into the hearts you love.
You picture the days of your youthful joys, / The old home circle, the girls and boys / You knew in that wonderful world of pleasure, / When life danced on to a lilting measure; / Each scene you treasure, thinking of Home, dear Home. / And here is a thought that is sweet and true- / The ones you long for are longing for you. / You picture the day when the war is done, / The duty accomplished, the victory won, / And over the billows our ships go leaping, / Into our beautiful harbour sweeping, / And with laughter and weeping, you go back Home, Home, Home. / On the walls of your heart you must hang with care / This beautiful picture, framed in prayer.