And I've always been a rover,
sailed all over the seas.
But this thing that makes me wander has made a fool of me.
For it took me from my childhood,
underneath the stars and skies.
And I hear the wind whistling through the wildwood,
whispering goodbye.
And it's home, boys, home.
It's home, boys, home.
It's home, boys, home,
when you're far across the foam.
And that really does.
And
if you see my mother,
please give her all of my love.
For she has a heart of gold,
and as good as God above.
And if you see my mother,
tell her I'm keeping fight.
Tell her that I love her,
and I'll try to write sometime.
And it's home, boys, home.
It's home, boys, home.
It's home, boys, home,
when you're far away from home.
And I've always been a rover,
sailed all over the sea.
But this thing that makes me wander has made a fool of me.
And it's home, boys, home.
It's home, boys, home.
It's home,
boys, home,
when you're far away from home.