Two

days

past

eigh-

teen

He

was

wait-

in'

on

a

bus

In

his

ar-

my

greens

Sat

down

in

a

booth

In

a

ca-

fe

there

Gave

his

or-

der

to

a

girl

With

a

bow

in

her

hair

He's

a

lit-

tle

shy

so

She

give

him

a

smile

And

he

said,

"Would

You

mind

sit-

tin'

Down

for

a

while

And

talk-

in'

to

me?

I'm

feel-

in'

pret-

ty

low"

She

said

"I'm

off

in

an

Hour

and

I

know

A

place

we

can

go"

So

they

went

down

And

sat

on

the

pier

He

said

"I

bet

you

Got

a

boy-

friend,

But

I

don't

care

Cause

I

got

no

one,

To

send

a

let-

ter

to

Would

you

mind

if

I

sent

one

Back

here

to

you?"

I

cried

Ne-

ver

gon-

na

hold

The

hand

of

a-

no-

ther

guy

"Too

young

for

him,

"They

told

her

Wait-

in'

for

the

love

Of

a

trave-

lin'

sol-

dier

Our

love

will

ne-

ver

end

Wait-

in'

for

the

sol-

dier

To

come

back

a-

gain

Ne-

ver-

more

to

be

a-

lone

When

the

let-

ter

says,

"A

sol-

dier's

com-

in'

home"

So

the

let-

ters

came

From

an

ar-

my

camp

In

Ca-

li-

for-

nia

Then

Viet-

nam

And

he

told

her

Of

his

heart,

It

might

be

love

And

all

of

the

things

He

was

so

sca-

red

of

He

said,

"When

it's

Get-

tin'

kin-

da

Rough

o-

ver

here

I

sit

and

think

a-

bout

That

day

on

the

pier

And

I

close

my

eyes

And

see

Your

pret-

ty

smile

Don't

wor-

ry

but

I

won't

be

ab-

le

To

write

for

a

while"

I

cried

Ne-

ver

gon-

na

hold

The

hand

of

a-

no-

ther

guy

"Too

young

for

him,

"They

told

her

Wait-

in'

for

the

love

Of

a

trave-

lin'

sol-

dier

Our

love

will

ne-

ver

end

Wait-

in'

for

the

sol-

dier

To

come

back

a-

gain

Ne-

ver-

more

to

be

a-

lone

When

the

let-

ter

says,

"A

sol-

dier's

com-

in'

home"

One

Fri-

day

night

at

A

foot-

ball

game

The

Lord's

Pra-

yer

said

And

the

an-

them

sang

And

a

man

said,

"Folks,

Would

you

Bow

your

heads

For

a

list

of

lo-

cal

Viet-

nam

dead?"

Well,

cry-

in'

all

a-

lone

Un-

der-

neath

the

stands

Was

a

pic-

co-

lo

pla-

yer

In

the

mar-

chin'

band

And

one

name

read,

And

no-

bo-

dy

real-

ly

cared

Ex-

cept

that

pret-

ty

lit-

tle

Girl

with

a

bow

in

her

hair

I

cried

Ne-

ver

gon-

na

hold

The

hand

of

a-

no-

ther

guy

"Too

young

for

him,

"They

told

her

Wait-

in'

for

the

love

Of

a

trave-

lin'

sol-

dier

Our

love

will

ne-

ver

end

Wait-

in'

for

the

sol-

dier

To

come

back

a-

gain

Ne-

ver-

more

to

be

a-

lone

When

the

let-

ter

says,

"A

sol-

dier's

com-

in'

home"

When

the

let-

ter

says,

"A

sol-

dier's

com-

in'

home"