Walsh, Morse) -------------------- Her letters gave me purpose Her letters gave me pride Armies far across the ocean Guns and letters by our side It was someone else's homeland It was someone else's war But at the line of the 38th parallel It was her I fought them for
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone I smelled those flowers in my sleep The day I left as we were standing alone She swore to me those dreams would keep And the bells of St. James were ringing The bells of St. James were ringing down Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound
I don't remember when those words changed Like Kansas summer turns to fall But she quit talking 'bout the future Never mentioned dreams at all
I don't blame by enemies and I don't blame my wife For love fires that fleeted long ago But when she wrote me about this change in her life There was just one thing I had to know And the bells of St. James were ringing The bells of St. James were ringing down Lifting the eyes of those homeward boundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
