Bryn Terfel Follow

Come home, come home, where the brown birds fly
Through a pale blue sky, to a tall green tree
There is no finer sight for a man to see.
Come home, Joe, come home.

Come home and lie by a laughing spring
Where the breezes sing, and caress your ear.
There is no sweeter sound for a man to hear.
Come home, Joe, come home.

You will find a world of honest friends who miss you,
You will shake the hands of men whose hands are strong.
And when all their wives and kids run up and kiss you,
You will know that you are back where you belong

You'll know you're back where there's work to do,
Where there's love for you, for the love you give
There is no better life for a man to live.

Come home, Joe, come home,
Come home, Joe, come home.