1 When we come to the end of the furrow, br 2 When our last day's work is done, br 3 We will drink of the long red shaft of light br 4 That slants from the westering sun. br br 5 We will turn from the field of our labour, br 6 From the warm earth glad and brown, br 7 And wend our feet up that village street, br 8 And with our folk lie down. br br 9 Yea, after the long toil, surcease, br 10 Rest to the hearts that roam, br 11 When we join in the mystic silence of eve br 12 The glad procession home.