LITTLE GREY HOME IN THE WEST
Hermann Frederic Lohr (m) D Eardley-Wilmot (l) 1911
- recorded by -
Peter Dawson '12
Alma Gluck '14
John McCormack '14
Charles W Harrison with Rosario Bourdon (cello) '15
The Venetian Trio '16
Richard Tauber '34
Josef Locke '85
When the golden sun sinks in the hills,
And the toil of a long day is o'er,
Though the road may be long,
In the lilt of a song
I forget I was weary before.
Far ahead, where the blue shadows fall,
I shall come to contentment and rest,
And the toils of the day
Will be all charmed away
In my little grey home in the west.
There are hands that will welcome me in,
There are lips I am burning to kiss,
There are two eyes that shine
Just because they are mine,
And a thousand things other men miss!
It's a corner of heaven itself,
Though it's only a tumbledown nest,
But with love brooding there,
Why no place can compare
With my little grey home in the west!
(Contributed by Peter Akers - February 2013)