Safe at Home
Let the old fire blaze
An’ the youngsters shout
An’ the dog on the rug
Sprawl full length out,
An’ Mother an’ I
Sort o’ settle down–
An’ it’s little we care
For the noisy town.
Oh, it’s little we care
That the wind may blow,
An’ the streets grow white
With the drifted snow;
We’ll face the storm
With the break o’ day,
But to-night we’ll dream
An’ we’ll sing an’ play.
We’ll sit by the fire
Where it’s snug an’ warm,
An’ pay no heed
To the winter storm;
With a sheltering roof
Let the blizzard roar;
We are safe at home–
Can a king say more?
That’s all that counts
When the day is done:
The smiles of love
And the youngsters’ fun,
The cares put down
With the evening gloam–
Here’s the joy of all:
To be safe at home.
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