Sister

Sister won’t you come home

I dream of your singing, of sweet melting tone

And I’ve, worked hard till the land is well-kept

The day that you left us the old man he wept and he wept

Out there the winter loves none but itself

The stone it is wearing, the road it is hell

And if there’s a god, I hope he stays true to

And guides you in good health back to this home please do

Three winters pass, still I hear you, out by the back fence singing your tune

For all comfort stems from the home

Home is for resting, resting won’t do you no good

Roads your home now highway your friend

I hope your mind wanders and seeks all that’s left

Here it is tea time the fire burns warm

One day I’ll see ya, but till then please don’t come home