D A G D If only the boat wouldn’t wallow and lurch D F#m7 Em7 A If only the sea would be still D A G D For I’m certain I spotted the spire of the church D A7 D (F#in bass) D Surviving there, high on the hill A A(g bass) D (F#bass) D And all of us islanders huddled on deck G D A A(G in bass) All peering ahead through the mire D A G D At houses all ruined and fields all in wreck D A (G) D And headlands all concrete and wire D A G D Home, Homecoming Day G D A A We’ve been far too long far away G A D Bm Banished and scattered we did all we could G D Em A Now we’re coming back as we promised we would D Em F#m G G To mend and make do and renew and make good................. Em A G D Home, Homecoming Day Em A G D So different, so beautiful, five years ago A rising-lark morning in June But the wireless is warning that France is laid low The shadow must fall on us soon And even the gulls couldn’t drown out the sound Of gunfire a hand-stretch away With the Angelus tolling high over the town We go down to the Butes to parlez Judge French said, my friends, our choices are stark We’ve just forks against mortar and shell With our soldier-lads trapped with the rest at Dunkerque We must fly or we’ll meet that same Hell I’ve sent for ship - pray she gets here in time Now go and pack one bag apiece And young John McCarthy he’s stood in the line With his cornet instead of his case And that’s how we last saw her, our island so fair With every heart breaking in two Our animals slaughtered, our cupboards laid bare And treasures hid quickly from view And what have they done in the time we’ve been gone? Such terrible stories we hear Of slavery, cruelty, torture and pain And death in our clean island air Now we’re rounding the breakwater into Braye Bay A welcoming party we see The early arrivals and soldiers arrayed And flags all bedecking the quay And there’s John McCarthy his cornet in hand He’s carried it clean through the war He makes his salute and he strikes up the band And “No Place Like Home” rolls from the shore* |