Coming Home

Coming  Home - by Paul McCann.

You'll find a wee light glowing from a fire burning as  the coul weathers clearn and a bit more  fairn  .

So you close the door and you know for sure you've come home cause you're woman's there and you know that you're not alone .

The wee dogs never yap and you take off your oul cap and as you sit by the fire one jumps up on your lap .

It's a quare oul life, when your troubles are put to rest and you can thank God for all the ones who treat you best .