Hymn No. 5

I wrote my baby from Vietnam And this is what I said, "I want to see you (You know that) I want to see you I want to see you (Yes I do, now) Yes, I do. "Sleeping in these foxholes Hungry and cold I had a dream last night I dreamed I saw you (You know that I) I dreamed I saw you (Yes, I did, yeah) I dreamed I saw you (Yeah, I want to say that I) (I dreamed, a dream) Yes, I did." I want somebody To tell my mother And go down yonder in Georgia And tell my father That I'm way over here Crawling in these trench-holes, Covered with blood, But one thing that I know: There's no tomorrow, There's no tomorrow, There's no tomorrow — They'll bury me. I want everybody In the sound of my voice this evening To help me sing this hymn number five. I want you to moan one time. Sometimes I wonder, I wonder what was it that I did? I tried to be a good father, I did the best that I could. And I wonder, who's going to take care of my kids? I'm a long way from home, children. But I want the world to know The one thing that I did. I'm gone for good.