Other Robert Stanley
Heading Home By Robert Stanley

Heading Home.

Oh I wish i was heading home again to sweet Gal of mine.
I wrote to you to wait for me hope I'm home on time.

I can see your homestead lights coming into view hug you and a squeeze you first thing I will do.

You'll be mine for ever more till the sun refuse to shine.
The stars will see how deep I love you so and they will know your mine.

We will go a dancing and do si do you giggle.
Will will move according to the fiddle.
You will pass on bye me and I will pass you too.
Watching how the old folks tend their brew.

The rivers stop when they see your grace the willows bend and bow.
Birds wont sing when your passing bye they seem to know somehow

I can see your homestead lights coming into view hug you and a squeeze you first thing I will do.

You'll be mine for ever more till the sun refuse to shine.
The stars will see how deep I love you so and they will know your mine.

We will go a dancing and do si do you giggle.
Will will move according to the fiddle.
You will pass on bye me and I will pass you too.
Watching how the old folks tend their brew.