Home Lad, Home (Live)

Behind the trench in Flanders the sun was setting low
With tramp of feet and jingle as I heard the gunteams go
When something seemed to mind me a dreaming as I lay
Of my old Hampshire village at the quiet end of day

Proud thatch with gardens blooming with lily and with rose
The cool shining river, so pleasant where he flows
White fields of oats and barley and the elderflower like foam
And the sky a gold at sunset and the horses going home
And it's home, lads home, all among the corn and clover
Home lads home, when the working day is over
Where there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And we'll all go home together at the setting of the sun
Captain Prince and Blossom, I see them all so plain
With tasseled earflaps nodding all along the leafy lane
Somewhere a bird is calling and the swallows flying low
And the lads all sitting sideways and singing as they goAnd it's home, lads home, all among the corn and clover
Home lads home, when the working day is over
Where there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And we'll all go home together at the setting of the sun
Gone is many a lad now and many a horse gone too
All those lads and horses from those old fields I knew
For Dick fell at Givenchy and Prince beside the gun
On that red road to glory a mile or two from Mons
Gray lads and shadowy horses, I see them just the same
I see them and I know them and I call them each by name
Going down the shining waters with all the West a-glow
And the lads all sitting sideways and singing as they go
And it's home, lads, home, with the sunset on their faces
Home lads, home to those quiet happy places
Where there's rest for horse and man when the hardest fight is done
And they'll all go home together at the setting of the sun