And the Hunter Home from the Hill
Words by R.L. Stevenson, Music & additional words by Tom
Lewis
(Recorded by Tom Lewis on Surfacing!)
The lights here burn brightly, the
welcome is warm,
And this is a haven from many's the storm,
A poet once said: "You can never go home.";
But now the wind's blowing chill,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the
hill.
So lay out a new course, North, South, East or West,
Make weigh your anchor, sail on your last quest,
Steer for the one port you're sure to find rest,
Lay alongside with all skill,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the
hill.
Under the wide and the bright starry sky,
Dig me a grave, there let me lie,
Glad did I live and gladly I die,
I lay me down with a will,
And this be the verse that you 'grave for me:
Here he's at rest where he wanted to be,
Home is the sailor home from sea, and the hunter home from the
hill.
