Home (Изгнанник)

See the smoke curl from the chimney,
An' the mat beside the door,
On the path there stands the family,
Like you left 'em long before.

Home returning, home returning,
Seasons gone an' young uns grown,
Home returning, home returning,
Back to those I call my own!

There the fire bums and the ale brews,
And the bread bakes soft an' brown.
While my friends wait with the good news,
Bring my chair an' sit me down.

Home returning, home returning,
Comes the warrior from the war,
Home returning, home returning,
Home to wander nevermore!