Who knows how long I've been here
in this cold, silent, dark night
only the hissing black tide
Waiting to unite
I alone am like a storm-tossed wreck,
on this night of the glad New Year
Roses i wore on my breast that day.
the day he went away
to fight in the world' blood shed
he took my hand and said
"goodbye dear,
i will be coming home before next year"
his promise he had forgotten
They're playing a tune in uncle sam's saloon,
it's cheery and bright in there, so is the tune
the lights blazed up like day
the music swelled to a crash of joy
the violins seemed to say
"he is coming, he is coming"
"honey, I'm in the sky tonight
among the starry clusters bright
Here I can keep by your side
Watching the warfare
Everything's alright up here
catch me if i go too high
i wish i could come down from the sky"
At midnight hour,
over the treetops the fireworks flowers
noices can be overheard
flashes red overhead,
blue and indigo too
She sits alone
Contemplating, Wishing, Hoping
That the one will come
until then, she will watch love like a butter fly
fluttering, so delicate, living briefly till it die
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