When the Ships Come Home

Kern/PG Wodehouse

1918

Verse

Lifes an ocean grim
That has no charts
And the ships that swim on it
Are hearts
O’er the lonely sea
Far, far they roam
But they’ve love at the helm
And he will bring them home

Chorus

Yes, all the little ships come sailing home

Across the sea
The weary journey ended
Their way they’ve wended
Home where they would be
They glide across the bar where no storms are

All dangers past
And, two by two, together,
Come sailing home at last.