The Miner's Dream Of Home
I would have sung this appallingly sentimental
song in its entirety had I stopped myself from
crying.
I saw the old 'omstead and faces I knew
I saw England's valleys and dales
And I listened with joy as I did when a boy
To the sound of the old village bells.
The log was burning brightly
Was a night that would bannish all sin
The bells were ringing the old year out
And the new year in.