Soft and enticing the whisper it comes
"Come home to the one you love!
come home to your darling, come home to her soon"
She prays to the God up above!

She prays for the arms to hold her so close
She prays for your loving embrace
And she prays that the future will bring her quite soon
The sight of the big beaming face!

Yet she prays for the money you send her each week
And she hopes that you send her some more
And she hopes too your health will will keep good for so long
And you will land home with nice things galore!

Ah! such is life for the poor married man
Who must travel the country alone
He must work to keep two, three, four - maybe more
And yet he must sleep on his own!!