ORIGINAL VERSE.
COMING HOME. There's a song that's ringing in our ear As the time keeps drawing near, When from far off distant Europe We shall greet our lads so dear. 'Tis a song that's sung in every clime, Where Englishmen may roam. "Be it only small and humble, Yet there is no place like home"
And in fancy we can see them, Those great ships on the foam, That are drawing near New Zealand Bringing dear and loved ones home, After dreary years of waiting, Through a long and bitter war, Wn are longing now to welcome All our loved ones to the shore.
And they their hearts are longing As the ships speed on their course, To that island home, their birthplace, Lying 'neath the Southern Cross. They are coming back for ever With a pride that none can quell As their thoughts keep ever turning To that land they love so well.
And so that song is ringing, As the time draws oh so near, When with our hearts uplifted Wo shall greet our lads so dear. For to those who left New Zealand Far across the sea to roam Be it only small and humble Yet there is no place like "Home." —HJ.E. Koru, March 26.
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Taranaki Daily News, 31 May 1919, Page 6
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210ORIGINAL VERSE. Taranaki Daily News, 31 May 1919, Page 6
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