Here it is, copied from http://noviomagus.tripod.com/littlegreyhome.htm

LITTLE GREY HOME IN THE WEST
Hermann Frederic Löhr and D. Eardley-Wilmot, c.1911

When the golden sun sinks in the hills,
And the toil of a long day is o'er,
    Though the road may be long,
    In the lilt of a song,
I forget I was weary before.
Far ahead, where the blue shadows fall,
I shall come to contentment and rest,
    And the toils of the day
    Will be all charmed away,
In my little grey home of the west.

There are hands that will welcome me in.
There are lips I am burning to kiss.
    There are two eyes that shine
    Just because they are mine,
And a thousand things other men miss.
It's a corner of heaven itself,
Though it's only a tumble-down nest;
    But with love brooding there,
    Why, no place can compare
With my little grey home in the west.

[Allmusic.com lists recordings by Kenny Baker, Andy Cooney, Frances Langford, Josef Locke, John MacNally, Frank Patterson, Paddy Reilly, Robert White, and the Sons of the Pioneers (but they spell it 'GRAY')]