Coming Home
Our circumstances made us
move,
And leave the home we had;
Some day we're coing home
again
And we'll be mighty glad.
The trip to another town
was quite
A fascinating change,
But Irwin is our paradise
And our familiar range.
So when we go home again,
To all those friends we
know,
And we'll breath that
balmy air,
That makes our spirits
glow.
Where hearts are warm,
sincere and true,
And we welcome that firm
hand-clasp,
And we long for those old
neighbors
Whose friendship forever
will last.
We'll be on our way to
Coulter road,
And that little church on
the hill;
And we'll give a sigh of
deep content
And our souls with glory
will fill.
J.B. Black Sr. 4-3-1977
