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There's a light that's burning in the window Of a little house upon the hill, And the light will burn, and a heart will yearn, And it always will till I return. For there's only one mother, I know she's waiting still, And she'll always keep the light a-burning In the window of the house upon the hill.

When the golden sun sinks in the hills, And the toil of a long day is o'er Tho' the road may be long in the lilt of a song, I forget I was weary before. Far ahead where the blue shadows fall, I shall come to contentment and rest, And the toils of a day will be all charmed away, In my little gray home of the West.

There are hands that will welcome me in There are lips I am burning to kiss There are two eyes that shine just because they are mine And a thousand things other men miss It's a corner of Heaven itself, Tho' it's only a tumbled down nest, But with love brooding there Why no place can compare With my little Grey Home in the West.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And the days o' auld lang syne?