The days are dull and dreary.
The nights so long and lone,
And my aching heart aweary
Of this life-tide's dismal moan.
My soul is sick with waiting
And my brain with grief is dumb.
Oh why this hesitating?
Dear Love, may I come home?
The heart left to its ravage
Too oft finds weaker woes.
Half sacred and half savage
The stronger feature grows.
Leave wild beasts on the mountain
In solitude to roam,
I thirst for joy's deep fountain,
For you and love and home.
The silent lonely river,
Finds solace in the sea,
But my love lives on forever
Unto Eternity.
Aye wide indeed the ocean,
And deep as heaven's dome
To calm my hearts devotion'
Dear Love, may I come home?
