---

Edgar Guest - The Joy Of Getting Back
Work rating: Low

There ain`t the joy in foreign skies that those of home possess,
An` friendliness o` foreign folks ain`t hometown friendliness; 
An` far-off landscapes with their thrills don`t grip me quite as hard
As jes` that little patch o` green that`s in my own backyard.

It`s good to feel a stranger`s hand grip heartily your own, 
It`s good to see a stranger`s smile when you are all alone ; 
But though a stranger`s grip is warm, an` though his smile is sweet 
There`s something in the home folks` way that has the stranger`s beat.

A railroad train that`s outward bound bears many a man an` dame 
Who think a thousand miles away the sunsets brighter flame; 
An` seekin` joys they think they lack they pack their grips an` roam, 
An` just as I, they some day find the sweetest joys at home.

Away from home the girls are fair an` men are kind of heart, 
An` there you`ll always find a few who sigh when you depart, 
But though you rode a million miles o`er gleaming railroad track 
You`d never find a joy to beat the joy of gettin` back.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.