Over and over again I dream a dream, br I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam; br Long was the day from you and sweet 'twill seem br The day is over and I am coming home. br br Then I shall find you as in days long past, br Sitting so quietly in the firelight glow; br 'Love,' you will say to me, 'you are come at last.' br Your eyes be glad of me as long ago. br br All I have won since then will slip my hold, br Dear love and children, the long years away; br I shall come home to you the girl of old, br Glad to come home to you -- oh, glad to stay! br br Often and often I am dreaming yet br Of the firelit window when I've crossed the hill br And I coming home to you from night and wet: br Often and often I am dreaming still. br br Over and over again I dream my dream. br Ah, why would it haunt me if it wasn't true? br I am travelling home to you by the last red gleam, br In the quiet evening I am finding you.