It’s good to get home at the journey’s end,

Home to the nearness of friend with friend,

Home to the peace that so closely clings

To the sight and touch of familiar things.

Much of the joy of the roads we roam

Is the satisfaction of getting home.

The days of absence have made it plain -

It’s good to get home again.

It’s good to get home to the hopes we keep

And the memories that we treasure deep,

Home where the heart can best understand

It is never far to a kindly hand;

Home where peace shines in the firelight glow,

And familiar footsteps come and go;

Where friendly alike are the sun and rain - 

It’s good to get home again.