Letters, listless lay in lark's tongue
Written, break your bread alone
Calling need only once, the government funds
A gun in the hand of my love
Letters, may the flames throw away
There a debt so many'd paid
Where would you wander to, where'd they have you
Letters I wish I'd burnt away
Oh, oh
When ya comin' home
Darlin'
When ya comin' home
Waking to the sound a birdsong sung
Breathing ash into my lungs
Nay, I couldn't find an ounce of burnt ones among
Still breathing sickness from above
Tears shed solely for the sake of saints
Blood by the blade and bullet quaint
When ya come home, my dear, I'll be elate
But 'til then, I'll think of what to say
Oh, oh
When ya come home
Baby, said
When ya come home
Woke one morning where the winter set
Months I'd spent within my head
Torture and turmoil haunt me in my bed
But alone, all here that I had slept
Colonel accompanied by horse and car
Flag waves solemn in the fog
Rising upon a wing, yet they'd told me
Never to return it be
Oh, oh
Ya never came home
Ya never came home