Come back,come back, home son,
come back, come back, home.
Who will milk the cow son,
who will work the plough?
I am all alone son,
come back, come back, home.
Who will sow the seeds son,
who will make the sheafs?
Come aid my aging bones son,
come back,come back, home.
Who will fill the barn son,
who will build the farm?
Too heavy is the stone son,
come back,come back,home.
Who will fix the fence son,
who will mend the pens?
My wearied body groans son,
come back,come back,home.
The war is dead and gone son,
and all the boys are home.
Why have you not retured son?
Come back,come back,home.
Your mother could not wait son,
she had to keep her date.
All these months I've mourned son,
come back,come back,home.
I scan the distant ways son,
I search the nights and days.
My eyes horizons roam son,
come back,come back,home.
My borrowed breath abates son,
just for you it waits.
I breathe for you on loan son,
come back,come back,home.
Come to bury me home son,
come to put the stone.
Too heavy is the stone son,
come back, come back, home.
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Author:
Zwitterion (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2017 03:53
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Comments3
Sad and true and an excellent job.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, and for the encouragement.
You are very welcome.
This is very good son! ww
O thank you---I am glad you liked it.
Wonderfully written and expressed
Thank you--am very grateful for the comment.
Welcome
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