Village Poems SYRESHAM MY HOME By Thomas Horne(the rector of Syresham during the First World War. Indeed he had his wish in that he is buried in Syresham Church yard.) We've all a place that we love best, No matter where we roam, The dearest spot in all the world, The place we all call home. Though I may be a roamer, Across the briny foam, The dearest spot in all the world Is Syresham My Home. Chorus Syresham Dear Syresham, No matter where I roam, The dearest spot in all the world Is Syresham My Home. Though I may be a rover And far away may roam, The dearest spot in all the world Is Syresham my Home. Chorus With mother dear, and father, In childhood's happy days, The dear old home, the dear old school, Taught me to mind my ways. With brothers and with sisters, Sharing griefs and joys, We lived and loved together, Happy girls and boys. Chorus Near by the church upon the hill, God's sweet home on earth, Rest sainted "sires" beneath its shade. In the "name" that gave them birth. I ask no greater boon than this, When I shall cease to roam, Bring me back, that I may rest In Syresham My Home. Chorus Also see Syresham - A merry medley and Crowfield Poem and the latest poem of Crowfield Millenium Poem