WILL YOU COME BACK HOME?

Will you come back home, where the young larks are singin’?

The door is open wide, and the bells of Lynn are ringin’;

There's a little lake I know,

And a boat you used to row

To the shore beyond that's quiet — will you come back home?

Will you come back, darlin’? Never heed the pain and blightin’,

Never trouble that you're wounded, that you bear the scars of fightin’;

Here's the luck o’ Heaven to you,

Here's the hand of love will brew you

The cup of peace — ah, darlin’, will you come back home?