Songs of Home - Barleycorn

Old turf fires, children’s smiles

Friends to walk with, miles and miles

No need now, feeling alone

When we sing the songs of home

In Australia far away

Through the dust and heat

Once I found an old bush man, tending to his sheep

Asked if he would play awhile, banjo on his knee

And much to my surprise, I knew his melody

Old turf fires, children’s smiles

Friends to walk with, miles and miles

No need now, feeling alone

When we sing the songs of home

So many nights I’ve watched the sun

Go down on 'Frisco Bay

And sang those songs of nights back home

In the meadows making hay

I heard in Manitoba once, a mother hush a child

And the lullaby she sang to him

Took me back across the miles

Old turf fires, children’s smiles

Friends to walk with, miles and miles

No need now, feeling alone

When we sing the songs of home

Songs of home are songs of hope

And dreams of other days

Songs of valleys green and low

And safe, unchanging ways

Songs of home are songs of love

Sometimes tinged with blue

And every song of home I hear

Is all wrapped up in you

Old turf fires, children’s smiles

Friends to walk with, miles and miles

No need now, feeling alone

When we sing the songs of home

Old turf fires, children’s smiles

Friends to walk with, miles and miles

No need now, feeling alone

When we sing the songs of home

No need now, feeling alone

When we sing the songs of home