Leave the kettle on the stove, I'll be home soon Keep things as if I've never been gone I walk the land through blazing sun and chilling moon Pray for me that I might carry on
Take a picture of your face, send it to me So I might remember what I'm fighting for Mail it along with a flower from the lilac tree That littered the porch right up to your door
With gun in hand, I understand the words you say In the letter I read in the rainy night Telling me, come home, come home my soldier, come home today Put the fight aside and make sure you're all right
This distant land, this distant shore bring no solace to me Except for the joys you send now and again Your soldier lies with unresting eyes until you I see And will fight for you till his fighting can end