Home At Last

Far away from the turmoil of this world

There’s a little house sitting on a hill side

 I want to go back to that childhood home

Where faith, hope and love chose to abide

I can see the chimney smoke rising above

Oh the happiness packed in that humble abode

A welcome warmth from today’s stress and strife

Where unity came together and love growed

I can hear the barking of that old squirrel dog

Upon that little hill he’s treed him a squirrel

It brings a world of comfort to hear it again

An escape and refuge for this weary, country girl

And the rooster crowing at the break of dawn

Still awakens my heart with a morning song

A little sleepy, eyed girl with a smiling, freckled face

Still knows exactly where she’ll always belong

There’s so much beauty to be seen in my eyes

Like that pretty laurel hanging by the road

There’s nothing more refreshing to my bare feet

Then the little branch where the cool water flowed

On those beautiful, sunny slopes and golden hills

Is where I spent my growing years so carefree

I want to go back to that wonderful old place

Where the living was good and life seemed so easy

I have never known but joy in going back home

In a changing world, only memories are made to last

How I long to step upon that old, creaky porch

Then my homesick heart will cry, home, home at last

© Susie Swanson, 2016