Behind a trench in Flanders the sun was dropping low
With tramp, and creak and jingle I heard the gun-teams go
And something seemed to 'mind me, a-dreaming as I lay
Of my own old Hampshire village at the quiet end of day

And it's home, lad, home, all among the corn and clover!
Home, lad, home when the time for work is over!
Oh there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And they go home together at setting of the sun!

Brown thatch and gardens blooming with lily and with rose
And the cool shining river so pleasant where he flows
White fields of oats and barley, and elderflower like foam
And the sky gold with sunset, and the horses going home!

And it's home, lad, home, all among the corn and clover!
Home, lad, home when the time for work is over!
Oh there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And they go home together at setting of the sun!

Old Captain, Prince and Blossom, I see them all so plain
With tasseled ear-caps nodding along the leafy lane
There's a bird somewhere calling, and the swallow flying low
And the lads sitting sideways, and singing as they go

Well gone is many a lad now, and many a horse gone too
Off all those lads and horses in those old fields that I knew
There's Dick that died at Cuinchy and Prince beside the guns
On the red road of glory, a mile or two from Mons!

And it's home, lad, home, all among the corn and clover!
Home, lad, home when the time for work is over!
Oh there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And they go home together at setting of the sun!

Dead lads and shadowy horses, I see them just the same,
I see them and I know them, and know them each by name
Going down to shining waters when all the West's a-glow,
And the lads sitting sideways and singing as they go

And it'some, lad, home with the sunset on their faces!
Home, lad, home to those quiet happy places!
There's rest for horse and man when the hardest fight is done
And they go home together at setting of the sun!


Een tweede versie/a second version:


Behind a trench in Flanders the sun was dropping low
With tramp of feet and jingle as I heard the gun-teams go
But something seemed to set me a dreaming as I lay
Of my old Hampshire village at the quiet end of day

And it's home, lads home, all among the corn and clover
Home lads home, when the working day is over
Where there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And we'll all go home together at the setting of the sun

Proud thatch with gardens blooming with lily and with rose
The river flowing past them, so quiet as it goes
White fields of oats and barley and the elderflower like home
And the sky a gold at sunset and the horses going home

Captain Cox and Traveler, I see them all so plain
With tasseled earflaps nodding all along the leafy lane
Somewhere a bird is calling and the swallow flying low
And the lads all sitting sideways and singing as they go

Gone is many a lad now and many a horse gone too
All those lads and horses from greenfields that I knew
For Dick fell at Givenchy and Prince beside the gun
On that red road to glory a mile or two from Munn

Gray lads and shadowy horses, I see them all so plain
I see them and I know them and I call them each by name
While riding down from Swanmore with all the West a-glow
And the lads all sitting sideways and singing as they go

And it's home, lads, home, with the sunset on their faces
Home lads, home to those quiet happy places
Where there's rest for horse and man when the longest day is done
And we'll all go home together at the setting of the sun