Keep the home-fires burning : till the boys come home : song / words by Lena Guilbert Ford music by Ivor Novello

They were summoned from the hillside,/They were called in from the glen,/And the Country found them ready/At the stirring call for men./Let no tears add to their hardship,/As the Soldiers pass along/And although your heart is breaking,/Make it sing this cheery song./Keep the Homefires burning,/While your hearts are yearning,/Though your lads are far away/They dream of Home;/There’s a silver lining/Through the dark cloud shining,/Turn the dark cloud inside out,/Till the boys come Home./Overseas there came a pleading,/”Help a Nation in distress!”/And we gave our glorious laddies;/Honor made us do no less/For no gallant Son of Freedom/To a tyrant’s yoke should bend,/And a noble heart must answer/To the sacred call of “Friend.”/Keep the Homefires burning,/While your hearts are yearning,/Though your lads are far away/They dream of Home;/There’s a silver lining/Through the dark cloud shining,/Turn the dark cloud inside out,/Till the boys come Home.