Letras

Oh, my sore-hearted darling No way of telling how long you'd be mine Days slipped by like hours Bent over backwards for the love in your eyes I'm awake, but dream-talking Life's busy pleasures are distant from me As the roads you're out walking And I'm just as lonesome as I feared I would be Hurry on home I'll be yours still Awake by the phone When the news came knocking We wore the same expression all day Out on the front porch rocking We watched the stars chase daylight away It's a cold war for us at home She won a Bronze Star for heroism They sent her back home Oh, my tour's not so long And I'll be home before you notice I'm gone Have you any word? Is there cause for alarm? When will she come running back in my arms? It's an old war for the brave and alert She wore a Bronze Star pinned to her shirt Beneath the dirt
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