S. Desjardins, L. Firestone & C. Harn

Lyrics

it's been three hundred, sixty eight days
and twelve hours since he last saw her face
so the picture of her on her uncles farm
he keeps in his pocket close to his heart

he wakes in the morning from a faraway dream
quickly grabs on to his M-16
the horizons a blur in the scorching heat
it's been another long night of next to no sleep
but he's gonna get through this cause he knows soon

he comes home to her he'll end his pain
like a hot summer day blessed with sweet cool rain
like the warmth of a fire on a cold winter night
when he's holding her close everything will be right
when he comes home to her

he puts on his boots and hold the cross he wears
thinks of his buddies in a silent prayer
the things he's seen could leave a soldier numb
so he imagines her face in the warm summer sun
the taste of her lips the moment when

he comes home to her he'll end his pain
like a hot summer day blessed with sweet cool rain
like the warmth of a fire on a cold winter night
when he's holding her close everything will be right
when he comes home to her

when he thinks he can't take any more
he remembers what he's been fighting for
is when he comes home to her he'll end his pain
the day he steps off that westbound plane
he done his duty with honor and pride
now he's gonna greet her with his arms open wide
and hold he so tight
when he comes home to her

it's been three hundred sixty eight dayand twelve hours since he last saw her face

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