It's a long road and a steep road
And a weary road to climb.
The air bites chill on the windy hill.
At home it is firelight time.
The sunset pales ... along the vales
The cottage candles shine
And twinkle through the early dew.
Thank God that one is mine!
And dark and late she'll watch and wait
Beyond the last long mile
For the weary beat of homing feet
With her wise and patient smile.