ITS singin in an out,
An feelin full of grace;
Here n there, up an down,
An round about th place.
Its rollin up your sleeves,
An whitnin up the hearth,
An scrubbin out th floors,
An sweepin down th path;
Its bakin tarts an pies,
An shinin up th knives;
An feelin s if some days
Was worth a thousand lives.
Its watchin out th door,
An watchin by th gate;
An watchin down th road,
An wonderin why hes late;
An feelin anxious-like,
For fear theres something wrong;
An wonderin why hes kep,
An why he takes so long.
Its comin back inside
An sittin down a spell,
To sort of make believe
Youre thinkin things is well.
Its gettin up again
An wandrin in an out;
An feelin wistful-like,
Not knowin what about;
An flushin all at once,
An smilin just so sweet,
An feelin real proud
The place is fresh an neat.
An feelin awful glad
Like them that watchd Silom;
An everything because
A man is comin Home!