Returning Poem by David Smart

Across a stormy waste of sea
A star gleams bright and clear;
Across the miles that lie between
I feel your presence near.
And as my thoughts turn home to you
Each evening when I rest,
I know that soon I will return,
I know that home is best.

I've travelled far and seen the World
Because I had no choice;
And in my travels, far and wide
I've longed to hear your voice.
I made new friends and met some old
But ever in my mind,
I knew that home was best of all,
That home folks were most kind.

But now at last I can return
While I still have my strength.
To see once more my native land,
To walk again the length
Of that long road that takes me home
O'er well remembered ways,
And there I'll stay with you until
The ending of my days.