by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

He’ll come home
Language: English 
Chorus: 
He’ll come home, 
He'll not forget me, 
For his word is always true. 

He's gone to sup 
The deadly cup, 
And while the long night through,
 
He's gone to quaff, 
And talk and laugh 
To while the drear night through; 

Chorus:
He’ll come home, 
He'll not forget me, 
For his word is always true. 

He'll come home with tears
And pleading words 
And ask me to forget. 

Can I be his 
While he is mine 
And cause him one regret? 

My heart may break, 
But for his sake 
I'll do all I can do. 

Chorus: 
He’ll come home, 
He'll not forget me, 
For his word is always true. 

He'll come home with sorrow 
on his heart 
That none but he can know,

With pangs of thought, 
How dearly bought! 
And fears of coming woe; 

He'll feel the cost 
of days now lost 
That time can ne'er renew.

Chorus: 
He’ll come home, 
He'll not forget me, 
For his word is always true. 

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 40
Word count: 162